grace

my heart changes pace and structure quick the passed few days.
taut and then slack. taut and then slack.

full of thanks, full of longing.
full of confused desires and wants for the world to be a better place...

for people to be kind and compassionate and just.

and honest.

mostly, i wish for honesty. and the courage to be that every step of the way.

and right now, as my heart twists and becomes anxious, i go and read Ariana Reines blog, the story that is there right now and the running theme of mortality and i am overcome by her gentleness and jagged love.


and our fair liege Radish King, has here incredible poems up today at Everyday Genius. go see! go see! and get racked by her fearlessness. her true and honest and unafraid hands on the pen. she goes where few writers do and it is always tremendous, always full of the ache of the world, the ache of our hearts.

and then all the hearts that grace my path here.

the electronic hands that come and tap out beauty on my life.

i am grateful for all the good you bring. it is beyond welcome, beyond gorgeous.

read stuff.

rebecca loudon's interview with tom beckett

Twelve Stories

mud luscious

The Storialist