I. Is it overly meta to blog about a blog on the blog you’re blogging about? II. On the anniversary of this experiment born out of a whim born out of an unexpected—and very welcome—breaking open of self, it seems apt to revisit not just where I began, but also where I now find myselfContinue reading “Modah Ani*”
thrums
and thereare thosemeantfor passing-throughmerelyfor passing-through gentlygentler, still. for passing-throughmy handsholding my handsholdingthemloosely,looser, still. turning and turning and turningevery thread of my love, my love, my loveinto the warp and weft. kfw 2021
abscission
The last leaves fall like reluctant fledglings pushed from the nest. We stood beneath them as they were birthed in the Spring, budding forth a silent audience to our entwined unburdening. Now they rest beneath my feet, holding a hundred and one unspoken griefs; gently releasing them as I walk away. kfw 2021
this is not a playlist.
What are your tiniest, most insignificant regrets? When I was 19 or so, I met a guy at a show at the 40 Watt, the way one does—or I assume the way one does when the music is too loud to carry on an audible conversation—a lot of you noticing them noticing you noticing themContinue reading “this is not a playlist.”
Proprioception
My body is sore from all the placeswe twisted ourselves into —tangled together across the reclining seat at the end of your sofa. I try this morning to read a book, but my mind wandersto your lips on mine — your breath in mine — its rise and fall and catch —the way you moveContinue reading “Proprioception”
Departures
i. Hiking alone, I venture out onto the creek’s rocky outcrops. The water rushes beneath the rocks, beneath my feet, as the birds air their murmurings. The late-Spring breeze twists around my legs, raises goosebumps on my arms. Half a dozen swallowtails dance above the creek’s surface, then part and return, flying past me asContinue reading “Departures”
The rubric
My personal life is something of an enigma to my coworkers. This is mostly intentional on my part, though I have shared bits and pieces, (only occasionally and almost entirely contextually). Typically, though, no one asks, which makes it easier to not reveal too much. The other day, though, one of my coworkers — afterContinue reading “The rubric”
much ado about everything
I curl up on the floor of the closetThe door cracked just enoughTo let a sliver of lightHit the papersI balance on one kneeThe laptop on the otherI tried 10 takesat the kitchen tablebut the house is too smalland voices carry too welland when it was silentthe cats would start fighting This is everything andContinue reading “much ado about everything”
Heresies and other liberations
[I do not identify as a Christian in any traditional sense of the word (and many Christians would not have me, even if I did). Still, there will be a lot of a speaking of, about, in and through Christianity in this piece.] I was taught to pray long before I ever stepped foot inContinue reading “Heresies and other liberations”
hinges
She tells me10 minutes a daymight help — of mindfulnessof meditation — I rememberbefore leaving bed this morningknowing that if not nowI may not have a chance,The house is neverthis quiet I set the timeron the appand try to sitthe wayTeshinshowed usin the zendowhen I chaperonedthe kidson theirneighboring faithstrip,though I know I’ve got the armsallContinue reading “hinges”
Undusted Corners 