09/27/2026
A few years ago, I returned from an international escapade only to feel an uneasy sense of emptiness I couldn’t put my finger on.
I remember desribing to someone that I just “felt like a blob.” (Not the most poetic, but it was the best I could do at the time 😅)
This is taken from my poem “Travel Blues”, found in my new book, Pretty Flowers from Dirty Dirty 🪷 available now on Amazon!