If I could define ‘nature’, what would I say? Would I look disdainfully away from my laptop screen and fix my gaze on the sonorous distance where elder mountains, capped in white and wisdom, sit in silence? Do I abandon these modern grey concrete slabs of brick and gloom – which is the city – …Continue Reading >>>

Perhaps grief is its own answer. Its own genius. Maybe nothing needs to be added on. Not consolation. Not promise. Not glittery glimpses of a grief-less future. Maybe grief is a question, the asking of which we are too impoverished to know how to. Too fascinated by plot points and story and arrivals and endings …Continue Reading >>>

To preserve anything is to shut it away from the elements, to freeze a hearty conversation, to clog the pores through which things breathe. The alternative, it seems, though less austere, is decay. Yet, is it not possible to see how corruption is a symptom of vitality? When a thing rusts and blisters and cringes and …Continue Reading >>>

What gets in the way is part of the way.

Yesterday, Ej, my wife, Alethea my daughter and I visited the Luray Caverns here in Virginia – a rolling, geologic orchestra of drip-dropping water, fluid limestone, perverse shapes, eroding layers, haunting pillars, frozen draperies, patient deposits and magical sonorous chambers. I recall thinking to myself, this is what it means to be inside a stone’s …Continue Reading >>>