There are moments when a person discovers that emotion alone cannot carry the weight of what has happened. Feeling becomes too unstable, too porous, too easily disrupted by memory or accident. At such moments another kind of structure begins to emerge. It does not announce itself as philosophy or therapy. It appears first in the… Continue reading Routines That Carry the Day
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New Grass
“I went on.” Samuel Beckett, Molloy I WALK MOST DAYS because the days allow it. I wake early, not with urgency but with the sense that the body has already begun without consulting me. The room is pale. Quiet enough to hold. I lie still until the ache in my calves makes itself known. When… Continue reading New Grass

