Constellations: Everything is Illuminated
On his way out the door, a friend of mine made it a point to pull up a chair next to me at the counter and recite his latest poems. I noticed his pocket notebook was thicker than the last. He said he had to make room for his future poems, especially when inspiration hit. One morning I woke up to a text message sent at 4 AM - a poem a friend wrote after waking up from a dream.
A friend thanked me for the advice that I didn’t give him. I merely told him that only he could truly know what he wanted or needed to do in his life.
She Lives Inside Me: Her Love Shines Through
One of my oldest friends from high school sent me a letter recently, sharing a memory of me giving her a hug when she came back to school after her mom had died. I’ve always known that we can’t say the right thing when someone is grieving. I also know that we choose how we show up for others when they are.
I Didn’t Ask: The Space Between Us
A chance encounter in a café becomes a meditation on grief, presence, and what it means to truly witness someone.