For everyone you’ve spoken to of late, the daily ask of bravery has been overwhelming. A dear friend demonstrates the different ways in which turbulence lurks underneath stillness, as if at any given moment, if the weather were to turn blue, all the bodies around you would start…
The first poem you ever publicly shared had blazed with rage. It was a very bad poem, but it also felt like the first time you’d ever been explicitly…
Hm. The forest is nice. You didn’t know what to expect, especially from yourself, after all this time spent in your own head, but you quickly picked up…
Last night you sent a fifteen-minute-long voice note to a darling friend, and by the end of it, you felt as though you’d spent some time in her actual…
1. These days, when you’re together and there is silence, your mother slowly fills it up. She talks about her childhood, her school days, the food she…
It’s been hard of late to be a person, and to reckon with the immensity of the world. You know that you read and write because that is the only way you…
In the introduction to his translation of Beowulf, Heaney writes of the “problematical hiatus” that sometimes occurs between “one’s sense of readiness…
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