The inexpressible may be contained (inexpressibly!) in the expressed, but the older I get, the more fearful I become of this nothingness, this waxing lyrical about those I love the most. Maggie Nelson, The Argonauts The body doesn’t lie. But when we bring language to the body, isn’t it always already an act of fiction?Lidia …
to be alone
"There are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late." ---Charles Bukowski to be alone to be alone (with you) to be alone It was Friday night, and my friends and I were …
a metaphor of gulls
I've only written scattered thoughts recently---lines jotted down in class, phrases saved on the notes app in my phone, scraps of words all clustered together in an attempt to describe a particular hue of blue. It's one of those phases. Gathering wandering exploring excavating. You know how it is. Several people have sent me letters …
The Loneliness of Jupiter
“Lonely, ain't it? Yes, but my lonely is mine. Now your lonely is somebody else's. Made by somebody else and handed to you. Ain't that something? A secondhand lonely.” --- Toni Morrison, Sula I was sitting on my sister's couch when I found the picture of Jupiter. This picture of Jupiter. I don't remember where …
To Joanna
The start of this story is really the ending. Here's how it begins and ends: I was at the end of my road trip. Three months spent driving around the States, sleeping in the back of my car, hiking up mountains, dunking my head in wild rivers. This was the falling action of the story, …
People in Parks 