the letter featured here will soon be hidden somewhere in my neighborhood – looking for an anonymous penpal to write back.

ew-too-cute-think-yer-gonna-barf?

for making your music, for stealing my bike. for walking cross the cambie st bridge with me at night.

in truth and respect, in silence and awe. in morning cafes, and in gratitude – for all the moments i saw.

for rotting vegetables lost in our fridge, for 65 classrooms of 16 year old kids.

in audio production and editorial cues, in not letting me falter on impending dues.

for the island, the interior, and the friends i don’t see. for burlington, bucerias & beijing, my family.

in kindness and pun, and a whole lot of grace,

let’s whip out the rum and smash up our face(s)!

happy holidays.

xox