loose threads

a smattering of things

Category: writing

  • on the eve of the new year, i feel i stand at a precipice. there are ways down from this precarious perch, and i must choose one. this is only a vista point, a moment to catch my breath and survey the world around me. to see how far i’ve come. the final steps to…

  • the moment we catch one anothertwo rabbits trappednot trappedtrappedtogetherwe will solve the energy crisiscell by eager cellbuckles and clasps and whispered confessions-rjm