Day 28 / Write 28 Days: Noticing

Groundless I’m breathing, noticing inbreath, outbreath; I’m reciting the numbers, their regular progression from one to eight, then one to eight again; I’m imagining moon-swayed

A Tangle of Bright Moments: You Might Almost Miss

“Earth has not anything to show more fair, and you’d have to be dead inside not to feel something— but what, exactly? There are scholars

31 Days of Kissing the Wounds :: Day 28 ~ What’s left of kisses?

Welcome to day 28 of 31 Days of Kissing the Wounds, a month of posts about the beauty, longing, and soul inherent in our damaged