it has been a wild & full year. if i am a bloom, after all the good, i can make it through winter. i went to Salt Lake City. i made new friends. i grew roots in a lot of directions. i became. i breathed & read & stood, really stood, & cried & took a lot of selfies (all of them good because bad selfies don't exist) & wondered. poetry allowed this harvest. poetry took a lot out of me, but gave back to me a lot of things i didn't know i would come to need.