The Devil, Reversed

(The following is a meditation. I speak in the definitive, but acknowledge that this article is entirely built from perception and position. It only hopes to start a conversation. It has open ears and hands. I hope it softens something for you.) I find myself, often and adamantly, pointing out…

When I think of you I think heavy birdsong — the kind like a cello. the kind like a drumming in your stomach and I let the mass in my stomach move down into the earth kinetic energy that I have distilled in cramps and what-ifs and forgotten details I never knew . these…

I am very familiar with escapism. I’m at my best when I’m on top of a mountain, phone off, staring out at the landscape and imagining I never have to turn around and go back to doing anything but eating a handful of granola and walking uphill. This is when…