loose threads

Hey y’all! Have you missed me? I have certainly missed you all and your lovely little dopamine-giving selves. In the first two weeks of August, I have begun to dig myself out from the chaos of July, which is ongoing, so at most, I dig myself out a few feet, then lose all but six inches of that progress by day’s end. I’ve not had a lot of time to reflect on last month’s project but I can tell you a few things so far:

• I miss writing something to post everyday
• The amount I don’t know about writing could crush the entire solar system
• I need to live more
• I think the writer I’ve always wanted to become might actually exist
• I. I I I I I I I. Every poem. I. I. I.
• There are moments when the writing is so good though
• Embroidery + poetry = endless project potential

Things occupying me this week

All It Seems by Befaam, translated from Gujarati by Meena Desa. It is a ghazal, an Arabic verse form I learned about this week.

For me, the history of love
            seems to be only this:
first, it is the truth,
            then an illusion, or so it seems.

Volcanism by Jónas Þorbjarnarson, translated from Icelandic by Bernard Scudder

I was someone and then I met you. . .
people change each other
even cause eruptions within each other

How to Fly (In Ten Thousand Easy Lessons) by Barbara Kingsolver. This is one of my favorite writers. I read two lines of this book and felt Barbara’s hand in my chest, holding my heart. It comes out in paperback in October!

The title track was a recommendation, and it’s incredible, which led me to rest of the album – also incredible. You may recognize her as part of the band Of Monsters and Men.

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