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Soft-Bellied, Unbound
One of the most challenging aspects of this lifetime has been operating at my actual level of understanding rather than holding myself in an arrested state for the sake of legibility. Practically, it has meant not struggling against the rearranging of my relational constellations, embracing solitude, and bracing myself against the impact of other people’s fear of the unfamiliar and the groundless. There’s a strange juxtaposition occurring: the more I feel myself in relations

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Nov 17, 20252 min read


Outside the Desire Economy: Letters from the Threshold
These letters were written between two Dharma friends — trans Zen practitioners and Dharma siblings — both living in the wake of botched surgeries, each grappling in their own way with the intersections of embodiment, grief, and desire. What follows is my side of that conversation. Letter One: The Wound Opens Hey — Following up from our conversation. Thank you for taking the time to speak with me. Our conversation felt resonant, and also it emotionally filleted me. After we s

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Oct 24, 20258 min read


A Taste of Rapé
It occurred to me today—after trying rapé for the first time and finding, much like with other substances, that it had little noticeable effect on me—that maybe there isn’t one single baseline of consciousness from which we all depart. Each of us lives inside a different “ordinary.” What feels transcendent to one person might feel like Tuesday afternoon to another. I have a client who has no particular interest in eliciting altered states of consciousness, and doesn’t orient

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Oct 13, 20254 min read


The Blue House
I stood in Frida’s rooms and cried for the bed that held her broken spine, the animals at her feet, the father who stayed near, the house...

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Sep 19, 20251 min read


Feral Mouth
Author’s Note:This poem explores intimacy and sexuality in a raw and explicit way. Please only read further if you feel comfortable engaging with erotic content.

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Aug 24, 20251 min read


Meet Me in the Deep
You’re like a dolphin rushing to the surface, leaping into air and light, then diving all the way down, holding your breath, sinking into...

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Aug 24, 20251 min read


Tidal
Author’s Note: This poem explores intimacy and sexuality in a raw and explicit way. Please only read further if you feel comfortable...

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Aug 14, 20251 min read


The Day I fell from the Sky
I’m feeling a strange, grief— the sadness of a lifetime of injury, senseless injury. Memories of carnage drift through the marrow. I feel...

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Aug 6, 20252 min read


This Body is Non-dual
This body is non-dual. Non-dual and integrated. So much of its becoming has been spontaneous, organic. I was presented with the...

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Jul 29, 20252 min read


The Innocent Trapped in the Captor's Skin
I saw you— you, the boy-child buried beneath teeth and terror. I saw your skin before it was armored. I saw your eyes before they turned...

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Jul 27, 20251 min read


Spirit, Slowed
Matter is the hush of spirit made dense, slowed enough to be seen. A whisper that thickened until it wore skin. It is breath clotting...

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Jul 3, 20251 min read


Rooted in Wonder
This morning, I went on a hike with someone I’d just met. There had been a thread of kinship at first—we’d both left home, moved our...

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Jun 29, 20252 min read


Let Them Be: for N., who reminded me how to let go
Let them be, he said— and it rang through me as revelation. Let them be. Not the muttering of defeat, not resignation. But presence. A...

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Jun 28, 20252 min read


The Raw Pulse of Life
We don't always realize we're doing it. We sit. We breathe. We watch. And somewhere along the way, the practice that once opened us...

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Jun 26, 20253 min read


A Love Letter from Your Own Evolution (Let it be mutual devotion at each other’s altars)
There was a time your generosity tried to secure safety— love as offering, yes as appeasement, light leaking from longing into...

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Jun 19, 20251 min read


Blood-Memory/Memoria de Sangre
Blood-Memory This warmth— this sensual rising from within— it is not new. It is ancestral . It is blood-memory . It is the flame in the...

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Jun 18, 20252 min read



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Jun 16, 20250 min read


The Soft Animal of Collapse: an offering for the Divine Mother
There are nights when the body can no longer pretend. Nights when the trees lean closer, when the air thickens like breath held too long...

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Jun 13, 20252 min read


A Teaching in Whiskers and Breath
A rustle in the night — small heart, swift body, moving through shadows I called my own. The pulse rose: danger. The child whispered:...

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Jun 9, 20251 min read


The Last Piece of Imperfection
What seems broken is just life showing its true shape

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May 15, 20251 min read
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