Tubba Wubba: a poem

Tubba Wubba, you crazy dog

constantly making a mess

knock over the trash

muddy paws on the couch

need I bring up the rest?

your nipples sagged

and dragged on the floor

flopping with each step you took

you barked all day long

at people, cars, birds

always driving us nuts

you weren’t very bright

you snorted so much

and sneezed on my face countless times

you were also so sweet

and silly and fun

I’d holler for you

and you’d come

bounding up the driveway

dirty and excited

jumping on my new white pants

you’d lay at my feet

after a long, hard day of playing

every day, this same dance

I had come to expect it

you were my friend

and I’m sad it’s the end

I cried when I heard they’d found you

If I close my eyes

I still see you

your tiny black body

bouncing around the house

hear your nails tapping across the wood

the sound of your bark

from down the road

on your way back

after a long, hard day of playing


-In memory of Princess Tubba Wubba (2004-2018)


done is better than perfect: a poem

never satisfied

spend my whole life


cross it out

scrap that

start over

will I ever accomplish anything

or will it always be a blank page

eraser marks

torn in half

balled up

set a flame

can’t stand to see my words sprawled out on a page

naked, vulnerable, on display

I curse my words

the way I curse myself



not good enough

but these are the only words I know

it’s not fair to keep them

locked away

out of sight

circling in my head at night

begging me

to set them free

“done is better than perfect”

my professor said to me

so fuck it

here they are

my clumsy words

they aren’t eloquent or nice

and what do you know,

everything turned out alright.

starting a blog

Today I’m finally starting a blog.
I sat on the roof with my best friend, Hailey, and talked about how much I’ve wanted to but always said, “Maybe tomorrow.” But today I’ve decided to say, “Today!”

And you know, it was actually quite simple! I just paid a little bit of money, decided on a domain and started typing. So if you’ve been telling yourself that you should start one but always thought it would be too difficult, I’m here to tell you that is a total lie. I am the worst when it comes to technology! I know, I know, I’m a millenial so I’m supposed to be part cyborg and fluent in binary. But I’m terrible. So that tells you something about how simple it was to start.

Here I will be sharing my random thoughts on life, culture, communication, travel, mental health and whatever else comes to mind. I really have no specific reason for starting this other than I have too many thoughts in my head for just one person. So here it is. Thanks for reading 🙂