laying low & If Your Lungs Are Skyed Make the Scar Song Echo Until All the Winged Things Bleed Your Poetry
tiny ritual & poetry review, on each full moon
welcome. hello.
I’m so glad you’re here with me, for my last note of the year, on the full moon, during the darkest time. I’m ready for the days to grow longer and the calendar to roll over, reminding us to cultivate hope, even in the face of unthinkable brutality, and always in the face of time’s persistence. This last month, my heart, like many hearts …
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