ESSAY
The Future You Is Never Coming
On beautiful things, blank pages, and the peculiar habit of saving our lives for later.
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We Stand Between Biographies
On the strange interval between who we were and who we are becoming.
What if not knowing who you are does not mean you have lost yourself? What if the self you knew has simply become too small for what is emerging?
Read the essay →Poetry, essays, fragments, memory, desire, art, love, loss, belonging, beauty, observation, and the inner life.
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Essays
Long-form thinking, without the self-help varnish.
ESSAY
The Icarus Problem
On ambition, obsession, and learning to feel the wax soften before the feathers go.
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The Public Life of Private Things
On opening the pages of a life while the story is still happening.
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The Art of Memory
Rooms that still whisper our names, and the ordinary places art asks us to see again.
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An Onion Deserved a Poem
Neruda, attention, and the small riches that live three feet away.
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Will we remember it.
On the quieter places a life may actually be built.
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Poetry
Desire, naming, memory, distance, and what refuses to stay contained.
POEM
The River Has No Past
On water, memory, and the body.
POEMRed Council
Language, naming, and what remains wild beyond definition.
POEMWithheld
For the almost that became its own kind of love.
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Providence
Attention leaves fingerprints. Desire tampers with the evidence.
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The Girl Who Knew the River
A longer work of memory, becoming, and the intelligence of water.
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Entanglement
A signature poem from the evolving Gathering Hope body of work.
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The Notebook
Small things worth keeping.
Things I Noticed This Week
A recurring field note: something beautiful, something absurd, something overheard, something I cannot stop thinking about, and something worth keeping.
Maybe hope is not optimism. Maybe it is the ancient animal in us that keeps turning its face toward warmth.
There are versions of your life waiting for one small act of courage to become possible.
What if coincidence is simply a word we invented because the alternative was too beautiful to explain?
A peculiar thing about becoming yourself: eventually you stop knocking on doors that do not open and notice the field beside the house.
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Spoken-word poems, audio essays, and the Gathering Hope podcast are being gathered here as a listening library.
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After Midnight
The things I don’t publish in daylight.
Erotic poetry, sensual prose, intimate letters, audio readings, and work that belongs in a closer room.
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From the Archive
The publication began before it knew what it was becoming.
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Gathering Hope is a place for language, memory, desire, art, and the strange business of being alive.
Pages that did not make it to daylight until now. Old stories, new obsessions, poems, fragments, and questions for people who still care about the quiet electricity of a good line.
This is not a memoir written from the safe distance of the ending. It is being written while the story is still happening.
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Poems, essays, fragments, observations, spoken word, and whatever has been keeping me awake at night.
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