Plummeting Into the Orange Glow, 5:00, 2025

An orange glow wraps around me
warm, ringing, terrifying.
I remain mesmerized by it.
I don’t know if I’m floating or falling.

Alleviating Abstract Agony, 4:17, 2025

This is what healing sounds like
when it doesn't sound like healing at all.

Psychic Dreams in Puerto Vallarta, 4:06, 2025

I had a dream in Puerto Vallarta
in the midst of days collecting sounds
of waves crashing on the shore.

My mind was looping between
the ocean and the live music
on the secret beach behind the cliff.

Sometimes dreams are detailed and ridiculous
but this one wasn’t.

Maybe all I needed was the saltwater in my eyes.

A State of Unrest, 4:03, 2024

Volatile, gurgling magma and water. I hear it beneath the ground of announcements on a crowded subway, when the rain starts getting heavier and there’s nowhere to hide under, when time is about to run out. I wish I could hum for it to go away.

Murmurs of the Mutable, 2:22, 2023

Gaze doesn’t touch us. It wraps around us gently and we murmur against it, soft and slow, but eventually more desperate. I hear your sighs of relief growing more uncanny by the minute.

Childhood Trace, 2:36, 2023

I can’t remember the last time I sat down on the steps of my front door for fun. I used to live in worlds of pretend fairies and salads made of rocks and sticks and leaves. I look back at my childhood drawings and I see so much freedom. I can’t recreate that same energy if I tried.