Photo by Rinck Content Studio on Unsplash Who else was utterly enthralled by Amanda Gorman's presentation of her poem at the inaugural? Everyone? Me, too. So much so, in fact, that at the end of a long day, with all the emotions, for all the reasons, I poured this out. She is exceptional. My intent only was to… Continue reading Amanda, Who Is It
Curing
Defying all classes of laws (natural or un) Two parallel lines intersected at the curing of a concrete floor. Tracked through the sultry balm of citrus groves, past rough-scaled slash pine and scrub, to opposing sameness—to two hands, and two eyes, and the adjacent impossibility of two worlds and walls within four walls, where today… Continue reading Curing
Of One Unit of Being
I say dear god reflexively, without really knowing if anyone is listening. Because it feels quiet, but also like the right thing to do. Where it isn’t quiet, though is in how I feel about all the world. So I trust a little that my plaint lands squarely somewhere inside. And when you, too, say… Continue reading Of One Unit of Being
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