I am trying to be written. I am draft after draft, words and whole lines scratched out, and sometimes I am my own arguing in the margins, hasty question marks writ large, ink trailing. I am trying to be told. What is my life? What am I for? Everything I have done to this point [...]
Tag: Christianity
Naked
I can't think of a word more fraught with complicated and nuanced meanings - can't imagine an experience more entangled with pain and pleasure than the experience of nakedness. Naked as an experience transgresses what we imagine to be boundaries between the physical and the emotional. It betrays how such boundaries are artificial, and soul [...]
Love in the Perfect Tense
One of the hardest, most complex parts of having not been loved well in the past is the way it forms - the way it leaves a mark - on one's ability to know in the present if one is being treated with dignity and respect. It seems so backward to me, because I also [...]
Indefinitely
"I am afraid," I say. It's a Monday evening late, and we're tucked into seats at a small wooden table in the balcony of a place he knows in Midtown, huddled over our dwindling bottle of wine, which I think we're downing together partly as an act of mercy, and partly as "honesty insurance." I [...]
Morning Prayer
There are roads I know like I know the path my feet take from the pew to the table, maps my body returns to like the This do in remembrance carved into the wood. I drive, I lean left and lean right, winding through trees I have known long enough to remember their stories, circles beneath the bark [...]
