Hello, September

It seems to be a tradition now of not saying hello to the month until we’re a week in. Which is probably good. Get a sense of it and all that. Anyway, it’s September. And this is an experimental form, so I’m going to say hello to September...

Crumbling.

Hiro wrote this beautiful, captivating piece last week called Tsunamis in the House of Wholeness. And while I was reading, something began tugging at my sleeve of my memory. At first a vague pulling sensation. Resistance. Where? There. She said December. She said the...

This post may not have a point.

It’s Sunday. I don’t have to have a point. Tracing memories. This past Tuesday I sent you all on a mission to reread and mock mercilessly brainstorm ways to revise an old post of mine as part of our whole ongoing Blogging Therapy series thing. The post in...
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