Letter to the girl who would become an architect

There was a time I used to write letters. I would write one a day, sometimes, more. I would write with anything I could find; pens and pencils, with crayons, eye liner pencils, chalk, charcoal, markers, permanent and impermanent. It didn’t matter. It was a time when love seemed temporal, words eternal. Perhaps not much […]

This is not a poem. This is a goodnight kiss.

This is not a poem. This is not a letter. This is not a plea. This is a negotiation. This is a good night kiss. This is what I have in mind. Open slowly for me, like stitches coming undone, One at a time, soft and sweetly cut under the swift nick of the blade. Make […]

Twenty epiphanies. One night alone on the Twitterverse.

  1. If you’re still checking their Twitter TL, Facebook or Instagram, you’re not over them. Truth. 2. Letting yourself be vulnerable with someone is incredibly frightening. And most times, completely worth it. 3. If someone treats you badly and you let them, you’re the abuser. Not them. 4. I am learning that shallowness, like depth […]

One random act of kindness a day.

I have a friend called Mary. She lives in Oakland and I have never met her in real life. But in small and rather miraculous ways we try to bring out the best in each other and help work out our fears, limitations, and show each other the things that are hardest to see in […]

Change your destiny, a camellia at a time

    “White camellias for us.  Because of what they bring.” “Tell me what they bring. But before that tell me you will marry me.” “I will marry you. You don’t remember what camellias bring?” “Tell me both all over again.” “Camellias bring the possibility of a change of destiny. You see?” “Now do you […]

“I let myself grow roots only twice. Once in this city. Another time with you.”

‘Here we are. Broken rules and explosions, a reminder of rumpled sheets and a language created of parts of other things…’ – AV Flox   My love, It is said that much grief and sorrow has come of things unsaid. What is worse, is what one will assume and the conclusions one can arrive at […]

Baby, you tweet so good.

On the 7th of March, Kathleen tweeted one of her brain-bendingly profound, part-irreverent, part-lush thoughts that began with the word, “Baby…” Something got me. To speak of such tenderness with the flippant sexiness of a term like, “Baby,” just struck the arousal cord in me. It’s the G spot of the brain. At once, I was […]

You should smell me today.

I smell of fruit and the slow returning sun of springtime. I smell of tangy sweet-sour-sweetness; the tartness of a known flirtation between intimate friends. The heady musk of lovers’ bodies. I smell of the back of the neck of a sleeping child. I smell of Morocco rose dates with almond centres. Of mango slivers and cold yoghurt with […]