Welcome to the sea

As an ocean-dweller, writing is the only thing that grounds me to the land. This blog is dedicated to both my fictional and non-fictional works. I hope you enjoy!




Tu es Content?

I feel stupid.

I am so dependent.

It is ruining me.

I need to find joy from within, not without.


I want to worship your body. Trace the smooth plane of your shoulder blade, feel the skin grow tight against your bones. I want to skip stones down your spine, and traverse the deep ridges of your pelvis. I want to decorate your white, empty skin; make a map from your freckles. I want to dive in your mouth and swim in your lungs. I want to inhale you until you evaporate, dissipate, in osmosis.


We are lovers in flight, skimming across the surface of the ocean. Our golden wingtips are wet with salt. Our blue eyes become one.

Love is beautiful and frightening, like an empty dark sky. The moonlight pours over your face, and your skin shines like a mirror.


Water has the ability to yield to its container. It is fluid and flowing. Yet it also has the power to cleave mountains and spread the earth. It holds no weight, but can crush the air from your lungs. It holds no tangible mass, but can form waves as tall as trees.

Warmth and glow

The world is beautiful, magical, and wondrous. You can create your own life, your own desired reality. You have the ability to fill your space with beauty: flowing fronds, melting art, tattered and damp books, the warm body of your lover.

You can arrange plush blankets on your bed; you can dive into the softness every night and fall asleep with the hazy scent of a candle: wax, flame, and fragrance.


It’s okay to take some time to yourself, to be lazy, and not do anything in particular. 

It’s okay to sit idly, just thinking, letting your mind trail over yesterday. 

It’s okay to read a book alone, to inhale its soft, dewy pages, and to savour the words. 

Work can wait, for now. 

Coffee, Ocean, and Sun

I wish every morning could be like this: toes dug into the sand, hair whipping in the salty breeze, and the hot sun melting the sweat beaded on my skin. With you. Watching your tanned body dive beneath the waves, the ocean reflected in your eyes. And kissing your wet lips when you emerge, dripping water on my cheeks.

Dire Entry

Life is too short to not do what you want.

Life is too short to settle for an “okay” life: a comfortable life.

I want to be where amazing and beautiful and wondrous things are happening. I want to sit by the ocean, in the hot sun, with my shoes off, and my clothes off, and to watch the waves thunder and pulse. I want to spend time with the one I love most, and listen to the music crackle from the speakers.


Everything at once

People living, breathing, sitting in the sun, walking to work, smoking cigarettes, surfing, laughing, jogging, existing: this is what I live for. I love knowing that all around me, in every alley and behind every closed door, there are people living their individual lives.

Life is everywhere, all the time, and I am a part of it. I matter; we all matter amongst the chaos. Everything is happening all at once. Holding me close and easing my loneliness.