other people's stuff --
Thanksgiving
I’ve always found Thanksgiving an awkward thing to really think about, given the false narrative beat into our American brains since childhood. However, recently reading Lies My Teacher Told Me by James W. Loewen (a great book for ignorant schmucks like me) made me think of something genuine to celebrate....
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340)
An Emily Dickinson poem I heard referenced in a podcast. I have no revolutionary ideas about poetry, but I love the way she writes. It vibes well with the way my thoughts form sometimes, acknowledging things in short bursts as they happen. This poem’s about being a little bit crazy,...
The mountains are going on and off like neon signs (excerpt from PaTC)
An excerpt from my favorite book, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard (I’ll shorten to PaTC sometimes). This is when I knew I loved this book: The wind is terrific out of the west; the sun comes and goes. I can see the shadow on the field before me...