climbing

We may know only it by the light

November 20, 2016 Uncategorized

It’s taken years to figure out how to wear these bones whole. Now, they feel all mine, but days yet come when a missed rung on the playground ladder can break my clavicle the way it did when I was two. And still, there are places where the absence of noise and a vastness of shadowed corridors console as a mother’s touch. In the desert, space opens the door for time to spill outward into each crevice and canyon hollow.Read More

These days, well-lived

July 5, 2016 Uncategorized

Part I: Airplane Mode [listen: Morning, Tom Rosenthal] In the trickling down of glacial rivers you can hear secrets of a life well-lived: an afternoon spent eavesdropping on hummingbirds, leaning against the trunk of a whitebark pine. Last night we watched the sun go down for hours — stood in silence to watch a coming tide of sun-seared clouds roll, tuck under, twist, and scatter as they hurled themselves upon the stonewall of our volcano fortress for the night; sleptRead More

Narwhals, II.

June 16, 2016 Uncategorized

You keep talking about a place I’m supposed to get excited for, to save my pennies for, should be looking forward to all the comfort there, with its exquisite debts and hard-earned luxuries like couches, which I suppose are nice but Have you ever read the lichen on a sheet of granite with your fingertips, searched its syntax for a history, an origin to the tangle of electricity-addled neurons that got you here —dancing, terrified, upon a batholithic monument toRead More

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