Shoulders bright tomato red, wrists white as pearl; I’ve been looking for a place to set it all down. Inventory is an attempt to catalog all that is carried. It is dinner plate discourse and night drive impulses. It is shower steam musings, where rivulets and tiles know me most intimately. It is door frame pauses, kitchen sink altar calls, and all the shadowed language I hoard in my candlelit den.

You can research me here in all of my curated glory.