I'm here. Words inhabit my days always; sometimes they swarm, buzzing loudly until I have to pin them down with ink on paper to quiet them. Sometimes they hide at the corners of my head, hazy and evasive, too shadowy to see clearly. When I try and name them, they shift away from me.
I haven't put them here in some time, so I'll remedy that bit by bit. Instead of starting broadly, I'll start with the small and concrete. Our days are built of those details after all, aren't they? Grand life stories, made of stacks of tiny moments.Read More