My 3rd grade teacher Mrs. Aumack convinced me I was a talented writer. She encouraged me to write often and bravely and I want to say that’s when I decided to become a writer, but I’m not sure I ever decided it at all.

It’s not a choice for me to write, although I’d choose it if it were. It’s part of my cosmic DNA, embedded into my primordial marrow. I truly believe that all art is channeled through the cosmos, messages from the stars that find their way across galaxies, onto our canvases, into the ink of our pens. 

I’ve published two books and am working patiently on another that has yet to tell me its name. When I’m not writing I’m procrastinating on writing, and when I’m not doing either I can be found lifting weights, rolling joints, or scheming up ways to disrupt the system.

I own Salt + Sorcery, an online shop that carries my art and other sundries, and I read Tarot professionally. Fifteen years ago I made a lovely human called Isaac. We live together in West Los Angeles with roughly 100 houseplants and close to as many crystals.

Most of the content I share is on Instagram because honestly I’m too fucking tired to maintain a blog, and I've got a dope newsletter called Musings for the Moon if that's your kind thing :).