“My bones are not softer than average, and their pain when broken is sharp, hard. But years of injuries have taught me that bodies are soft—softer when wounded—all the way down to the bone.”
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This is a casting call / for the leading lines in a poem. / You must define “gossamer” and “reel” for me…
Visiting Latvia from the Next Life
“Maybe you’ve walked through a ghost town before, or remember the eerie empty streets at the beginning of COVID lockdowns. Neither feeling quite reaches that of traveling through a ghost country. But rather than sensing you’re surrounded by ghosts, you realize that in many ways your return makes you one.”
Seeing someone use a street address as their email address struck a match within me.