January, you tried. The odds were against you. We will try again in February-fewer days for fire and fascism.

I am reading friends’ art. I am listening to friends’ art. I am looking at friends’ art. I am remembering that art can grow from ink or an idea or a cup of water. It can grow from ashes too. #poem #palisades #lafires #la #poetry

If 2025 were a color, it would be emerald green with rust trim. #poem #poet #songwriter #newyears

If 2025 were a family member, she would be your unmarried aunt with bangles up to her elbows. #unmarriedcatlady #newyear #poem #poetry

If 2025 were a time of day, she would be the wicked glint of dusk #poetry #newyears #songwriter #2025

I don’t care. I’m playing the Pentatonix version of Mary Did You Know? into January. #pentatonix #music #christmasmusic

Put an Andes mint in your hot chocolate. Trust me.

I don’t get enough sleep to engage the people who don’t want me to have the rights they have. My waking hours are for friends and podcasts.

Never knowing when I might get a little present because my friends and I do gifts when we “see something that made me think of you” adds a nice sliver of mystery to the capitalism

I just think, even if my options are believe in myself and have fun failing OR don’t believe in myself and be miserable failing…why not enjoy the ride, you know? #art #creativity #singersongwriter #music

People who stay up late making music, does the tiredness help or hurt the art? #producer #singersongwriter #music

Sometimes I remember that this is the dream. Right now. Just making music with my friends until I die. #songwriter #artist #music

The way every dudebro wants to explain the benefits of cold plunges to me…

“We all know we’re going to die; what’s important is the kind of men and women we are in the face of this” -Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird

I love a desiccated landscape. Take me to the desert. Sit me on the cracked dry earth. Show me one flower clinging to a rock by force of will. #poet #songwriter #desert

How do I get the portability of earbuds with the don’t-talk-to-me energy of over-the-ear headphones?

Writing music is 50% pure magic and wonder and 50% thinking of stupid bad rhymes and laughing for 3 hours before we give up and get coffee.

Giving myself daily reminders that life is a more urgent art than music.