Salves for the mind
Experimental remedies for the anxious and weary; a lyric essay
In the face of grand, terrible problems, of what significance is a bit of verse?
Epistolaria, April 2026: Yet another defense of poetry
As the world increases in complexity, as must I
Epistolaria, March 2026: On mending my self-made severance
Oh, my hands can only hold so much
The rules are changing faster than I can learn them, so instead: tea, dragon slaying, and running
We the insatiables
Is there a right way to want?
I'm just the character I've made
Epistolaria, February 2026: Self as constellation
Eros shakes my mind
Exercises in friction, issue #6: in the absence of distance and friction, love perishes
May your dreams outsize you. May your work fit your hands. May your time be vivified.
Epistolaria, January 2026: On rituals and how to stop wrestling with time
An atlas of fallacies
"Up on a hill, is where we begin / This little story, a long time ago..." — a short lyric essay
A life, cascade of days remembered
Warm holiday greetings from Madrid
We are what we destroy as much as what we preserve
Epistolaria, December 2025: On ghosts, memory, and ceremonials
Now, I learn like I tour a house
Once, all I wanted to be was smart. Now, I learn like I tour a house. (Notes on intellectual humility, good conversation, and foolish consistency)