Camp
Camp
I’ve been going to a camp called Crow's Path since third grade.
And even longer before that, but I can’t remember those days.
People have come and gone, yes, that’s true,
And some stay and some move on,
But those who stay
Are connected for life.
Singing songs of love and unity whilst playing capture the flag,
Carving spoons and pointy sticks and shooting arrows at trees,
Huge foam sword battles where alliances are broken within seconds,
Jumping waves in underwear and bras because some people always forget swimsuits (that’s me),
Singing around a fire about a fire gnome named dale and groovy shirts,
Sitting in grass and telling stories of reincarnated dogs and hanging up wet winter gear after building snowmen all day,
Roasting marshmallows and hotdogs and apple slices at overnights,
Playing dong the gong and going home covered in cuts and ticks but knowing it was worth all that,
Having a story to tell your parents at the dinner table because some kid tried to climb a tree and almost fell super far,
Missing mentors who leave and then loving the new ones,
Becoming an apprentice and then an intern and remembering how small you used to be,
Sharing stories with newer kids about the olden days and how different camp was back then,
And always holding all those memories close to your heart in case you leave one day.
The Voice
July 2025
Past the Stars
Find your footing on the ground Solid, like you know who you are Watch it soar through the sky Like a broken piece of the sun Shooting up past the stars Still locked in your mind Burning bright As ...
Summer
the air tastes like honey and promise sticky with the scent of blooming jasmine and freshly cut grass that crunches beneath bare feet the sky drips blue stretching wider every afternoon like it’s tryi...
I Fell in Love With a Pigeon
He flew into my life on a Tuesday. All feathers, no job. Smelled like breadcrumbs and bad decisions. He coo’d at me like I was the last French fry in a drive-thru bag. And I believed him. I believed t...
Quiet Expectations
They won’t teach me how to be a woman— But they’ll notice when I’m not. Say I should smile more, try harder, Be brighter, quieter, Less me, more what they forgot. They don’t speak of softness with str...
The Girl and the Sky
A little girl looked up to the sky “So big and far away, it’s like that, why? I don’t know why you are The way that you are But you have far shining stars And I’m but a trying cry.” The sky bent down...
Grapefruit spindrift
There's a grapefruit spindrift on the kitchen island where I’m sitting. The digital clock at the top of my Mac Book Air screen reads 9:16 p.m. The battery is 100% full, and so am I, ready to pour out ...
I Am Someone Who
I am someone who is waiting on a dock in the middle of the night. There is a gross, green electric light shining on me. There is something out in the waves. I am someone you pass in the hallways daily...
Dress
I'm wearing the same dress I wore last year, on an evening that felt like moonlight even though the sky was still a milky purple-blue by the time we left, arms linked, laughter spilling over each othe...
Camp
I’ve been going to a camp called Crow's Path since third grade. And even longer before that, but I can’t remember those days. People have come and gone, yes, that’s true, And some stay and some move o...
Life Plans
A single spark, a fleeting breath, This wild, precious life, defying death. I'll chase the sun on windswept shore, And seek the truths I can't ignore. I'll dance with shadows, embrace the light, And ...
Dandelion Fluff
Sam and Willa lay on their backs in the overgrown grass of his yard, her describing the shape of the clouds for him to paint as a picture in his head. “Ooh,” she says, taking his hand and raising it i...
Sequim
The bus to the Bellingham Amtrak Train Station was long and grueling; nothing short of a suffocation chamber for its passengers that day. Crowded, overlapping voices. The seats were packed: businessme...