here {a poem}
we hold hands in the dark deep earth
Category: on Hope
samhain: meditations on death & liminality
Wrapped up as a perfect circle. The snake bites its own tail not because it is foolish, but because everything is a cycle. The beginning is the end is the begin...
briefly for a few moments in space-time
everything that we are will always go on. nothing that we are will ever truly disappear, until the universe itself is no more than someone else's memory.
maybe when we die
Free Palestine.
it is Ursula Kroeber Le Guin’s birthday
I read her books the way that I used to read the Christian Bible when I was a young person: sometimes chapters at a time, sometimes paragraphs, sometimes flippi...
real elvish rope
We cannot take every memory with us. We do not have to take every memory with us.