Is the sforzando the registration or the dread?
Read MoreWe said to the universe: Please drive faster. Said: Wait up, disaster! Maybe we have an inkling of what we’re summoning even as draw the circle on the floor.
Read MoreThis issue is not a crescendo but a car crash, perfect as death, sudden as becoming. It eats its ghosts alive, mouth raw & open. It refuses to blink.
Read MoreIt’s a strange thing, to have a relationship with an instrument as complex and fraught as mine is with the harmonium.
Read MoreWhat a space we made for ourselves last night—& when I say space I hope you hear salvation. You’re the best love we know, dear songbirds.
Read MoreI think we as humans experience a collective aching to know ourselves, and psychics & therapists each illuminate different access points.
Read MorePlease join us at Half Mystic’s latest gathering this coming Saturday, April 18, 2020, at 9 P.M. EST.
Read More& now, spinning in the center of pandemic, what is celebration in an era of loss? Of isolation? She said resilience. I heard re-silence.
Read MoreNow, I don’t know how to write about the spring without writing about the sickness. It’s a tricky and selfish thing.
Read MoreThe women of Wuthering Heights take up substantial space in their caustic, expansive splendor.
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