Author Archives: Plain to the Ridge

I am learning more about the little bits. All little bits I don’t still know and I am grieving and loving, silly to grow into what everyone does say about growing. It’s strange like a concerto and as dull and boggling. I am grateful every day for this, the inspiring, the slowness. In a briefContinue reading “Less than sprouts”

For months now move after move after move and now that i am settled, or coming into its like they are gone not in the trees or i am not looking not listening and it is terribly painfully obvious yet up until now i have noticed, in resting habit of this haunted house where evenContinue reading “I forgot about ravens”

(notes to any, I wrote this so young, even barring now. To me it is still thick and saturated, a nudge to myself, what might become of it all, so clear even to me then. Revision, still, but I am proud of all its pieces) He’d never been one for dishes A small mouse wokeContinue reading