Every year I know it, but every year I relearn it - everything feels hopeless in February (and, this year, in March), but eventually the light comes and the flowers bloom and I write a melodramatic poem in my notebook that begins with the line “the birds are singing and I think I might live.” … Continue reading murmurations 006
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murmurations 05
margo always said to never apologize for how long it’s been since you updated something, so i’m not sorry. I always knew that, unlike (at least some of) my parents, I would likely spend the bulk of my life living in years that began with 20 instead of 19. Even so, 2025 feels like a … Continue reading murmurations 05
murmurations 04
One of the things I like best about myself is that I am generally pretty good about getting back on the proverbial horse. Like anyone, I get derailed and sidetracked or otherwise pushed off of whatever I'm trying to do, but I will almost always pick myself up and try again. Current band falls apart? I'll … Continue reading murmurations 04
murmurations 03: the new normal
ETA: I had this saved. For some reason. Who can say why? Time is meaningless, so I'm sending it now. -- It took until Day 34 of our quarantine, but I finally had a pandemic dream. I had gone to the church to make sure that the live streaming for the Easter Sunday service was set … Continue reading murmurations 03: the new normal
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