trying something
today is the winter solstice: I spent the day creating a spreadsheet listing every book I have ever read (a work in progress), filling a duffel bag with clothes to donate, reading a book cover to cover as light slowly drained from my room, and setting up this digital desk on the internet
here, I'll put form to observations I've kept to myself, follow a lingering thought to its end, save phrases I might want to use in poems later, and generally just experiment without a pressure to perform. I'm heading into a new year that I think (hope) will bring great change. I want to make a conscious effort to add a writing practice back into my life, documenting shifts and revelations, preserving moments that shape me
if I had rules for this space, they would be: be precise without trying to be perfect, show up anyway, tell the truth
I'm excited for everything on the other side.