this is less of an essay and more of a love letter
i hope this grief stays with me
[ a critical essay on desire ]
"Nothing is lost. . .Everything is transformed." ― Michael Ende, The Neverending Story "Give me a call when you get a chance, my life is changing, and…
nothing is lost, everything is transformed (if we're willing)
“Longing,” as Robert Hass said, “because desire is full of endless distances.”
notes/poems of grief
We either heal communally, or we don't.
Bless Me Anyway (I want more life)Listen now (16 min) | Art reminds us of all the possibilities we are persuaded to forget.
quarantine is entirely made of bodied time
on surrender
Language is a finding place (audio)Listen now (3 min) | A 4 minute experiment cw: language