I was every inch an animal
An incomplete catalog(ue) of what, exactly, the hell I think I've been doing. Plus I read you a poem about a living thing changing.
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A bird and a stone
Writing from a floor in Chicago again. There have been many beautiful days, though I live too much in my mind.
A lightship full of birdsong
A whole life keeps happening, even when I struggle to sit down and write about it. But it's here, it's mine. I'm trying to make it a good one. Also a poem by Gaby Calvocoressi. It's perfect.
I am more with you
We lost two too many this week, at least. I want to tell you about my friend. Then a poem by Andrea Gibson.
Whatever happens
What are we doing? Embracing each other as we are? Holding onto each other for dear life? The answer is yes.