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What It Means (opens the original)
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And now Annie Dillard. NPR’s announcement of her passing says her “work was shaped by a central duality: the tension between fertility and destruction in the natural world.”1 I didn’t realize how often I’d written about her till I searched my posts; I link to a couple of those at the bottom of this one. Today’s post is in honor of her deep impact on the way I’m always trying to hold life and death—the brutal and the beautiful, the answerable and the unanswerable—in tension. This
Pray for Me (opens the original)
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“Thoughts like dreams drift from mind to mind. Some are heavy and sink to the ground underwater where they grow like sea plants, while others are light and glide upwards like helium molecules.” – Nin Andrews, “Sleeping for Kafka”While I am typing several lines from this poem because I like them so much, I mean to repeat that some thoughts “are heavy and sink to the ground [underwater],” but I accidentally type “sing to the ground.”Pray for me.One
Limn the Place (opens the original)
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I’d like to think we all go to the coffee shop alone sometimes. I’ve done movies by myself, including every Wednesday of Spring 2002 after that baffling three-hour Victorian Poetry graduate seminar. Memento and Count of Monte Cristo from the center of the back row, returning to myself. Some people I know say they could never dine alone. Every Saturday morning for a year, I ate breakfast at Sunny Point Bakery in Asheville, North Carolina, only stopping after another patron took an interest. I hav
Now is green is good is bad is g– (opens the original)
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“Do not imitate others or seek advice anywhere except from your own mind. No one can help you. No one knows what your life should be. No one knows what your life or life itself should be because it is in the process of being created.”-Agnes MartinWhen you show up to write but your body doesn’t. When you couldn’t wake up and couldn’t wake up and snooze and snooze and dream and tendrils of dream holding you down. When moving your body around in the world doesn’t make any difference, nor caffeine.
Painted Turtles & Strange Ladies (opens the original)
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It’s a little out of the ordinary to promote myself elsewhere, but it isn’t every day I have two essays running in separate journals, and I want to share them with you:<img alt="brown and black turtle on brown floor" class="sizing-normal" height="2000" src="https:
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