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Floods are not only water. Floods can also be memories, mistakes, and miracles: we consider ourselves overflowing with each of these from time to time. Recently I’ve returned from my first plane travel in five years. I am awash in the experience of arriving, carrying the sunshine of where I have just been into afternoons…
[June 2023] Birchbark. Newspaper. A match, when struck against raspy side of box. Please, inventory with me: dry oak wood, pine needles, handful of hay, last year’s leaves, length of linen, letters you wrote and never meant to send. Old corn flour. The contents of long-shelved canisters – cloves, cinnamon, cardamom, powdered garlic. Hillsides, mountainsides,…
[April 2023] amalgamation /əˌmalɡəˈmāSHən/ noun Maybe, like me, whenever you see an unusual word you ask: why this one? Or perhaps that’s just poetry, which thrums through my mind always plastering the walls with rhyme and meter, endlessly sussing roots and rhythms. I am not sure when I first read the word amalgamation, though I…
[January 2023] “It always seems impossible until it’s done.” – Nelson Mandela Let me be clear: the gravity I must defy is my own. Here I am, at two-and-a-half or three years old, just discovering the wondrousness of words, how they zip out from my mouth to light up the world like fireflies. My parents take…