I heart the Internet…

I have for so long been so caught up in the closed network of being alone with books that I have forgotten the fact that, even though books can build a natural communion of experience between the writer and the reader, books can be an even broader gateway to belonging, …

Your heart is a secret…

Poetry is an invitation to meditate upon the experience of mystery and the mystery of experience. The task of the poet is to make the mysteriousness of experience palpably vivid in a way that does not resolve the mystery but, instead reveals the mystery as more profoundly mysterious than we …

Something like rest…

I started this blog post over 11 days ago and this is the first sentence I could muster. Actually, that’s only partly true. It would be more accurate to say that after 11 days of staring listlessly, and perhaps even psychotically, into the blank screen that I hope will become …

I write because…

I saw a post earlier this week that asked a simple question: “Why do you write?” It’s strange¬†how the simplest of questions require the subtlest and most nuanced of answers. Like: Is there a God? What is love? Where do babies come from? Do these jeans make me look fat? …

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