Thank you God that I am not better than anyone else. Thank you God that I am ordinary. The void within is sensitive and rarely self-aware. Disappointment or catastrophe, it… Read more: The Four Temperaments, And Then Some

“I don’t understand it any more than you do, but one thing I’ve learned is that you don’t have to understand things for them to be.” Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle… Read more: A glass, darkly

The hush is pooling in my hand And weaving through the earth It breathes in circles on the lake And rolls in mirrors down my face

The shore sighed softly at the dusk My skiff began to sway Lulled gently by one thousand things The wind heard on her way

My eyes drank in the liquid Shimmering flat against the horizon Beholden to a gravity I can only imagine Rivers in my mind Furrowing until—it grows “I am not human”… Read more: Vessels of a setting sun