Something or nothing

A blank page is both an exciting and a frightening thing. In

Near nakedness

I think that we communicate only too well in our silence, in

We do not want riches / We want peace and love

Look at me I am poor and naked I want you to

We are all bound up together

I stood within the shadow of my home, a great sorrow had

Beating

Beating, my heart once beat its way through a strange and sprawling

Finding treasures in darkness

Post-traumatic-growth. There was a time when I didn’t know if I

Small Book

I want this to be a small book, a small slight book,

An 'Ernaux' Book Spine Poem

I remain in darkness, simple passion, A Man’s place, A Woman’

Nonsense

The market for nonsense is infinite. Somehow the appeal of fake certainty

Memory in the blood

Where do we go when we yearn for something beyond actual memory,

Acceptance

I accept that tastes change, and my favorite readings will someday be

Archived Lives

Our family archives are like maps that haunt and guide us toward