to be held

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 …

Almost

Winter is over. Almost. Just barely. Light lingers. Ice cracks. Buds on your parents' magnolia have emerged, green and fuzzy. when the world is puddle-wonderful, e.e.cummings once wrote. The world is slowly turning puddle-wonderful. You've tapped into your animal nature these past two winters, your mind and body yielding to the gray winter days. Hibernation involves …

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