Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.
A little boy of three who misplaced his mother. And, as he grew, a bird of shadow brought to him a terrible knowing. Aloneness and fear. How to bear? How to do? Who will care? Singleness incubates a strange and strong beauty, and the bones remember the learning. At marrow’s end they keep, in plasma, […]
Moremight it be that you hear me only as a poorly played horn a bothersome oboe as you rest in the wheeled chair with your gown of faded flowers and a tray of uneaten food before you I think you have left little of yourself to control this bird’s body its care no longer a […]
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