how to recapture the freedom of access. how to remember having forests within arms' reach when life bared its teeth. fresh air like balm. sand and sunsets and the quiet that is not silence, but is punctured by unaggressive sound: laughter. wind in branches. waves. this city is like a stranger prowling around your house at night, knocking over your flimsy side-gate, your garbage cans. slee... » Continue Reading
02/15/22 you are grasping at language to weave together the scratchy fibers of anxiety, of poverty and pressure. you try to grip words in fingers slick with rain, because if you can follow the path of meaning like a line on a torn and crinkled map, maybe that's enough to carry you through, a kite on a current of wind, propelled into a future that is softer. brighter. gentler. but dogs come ru... » Continue Reading