There was a time, long ago, when I listened to this song on repeat while doing dishes, staring out at grasses and hummocks and hills as snow melted in piercing bright northern sun. And it reduced me to whole-body-heaving tears. When you’re just on the edge of a deep, great loss, art or music or… Read More

I am learning the rhythms of the tide as it inches and sweeps its way through concrete barriers, eases past columns and pours itself through wooden piles. At first, I am at a loss, here, where the coast is sectioned and partitioned and portioned in industrial fencing. If not for the stretch of nature preserve… Read More