endless forms most beautiful

I wouldn’t say I miss that town, but if I were there now, and if I were still the same person that I was two weeks ago, and if the sky were the same high headstrong blue that it is here, then I’d already be riding to the reservoir on Noah’s crusted muddy bike. September … Continue reading endless forms most beautiful

The August Preoccupations – Catherine Barnett

So this morning I made a list of obsessions and you were on it. And waiting, and forgiveness, and five-dollar bills, and despots, telescopes, anonymity, beauty, silent comedy, and waiting. I could forswear all these things and just crawl back into the bed you and I once slept in. What would happen then? Play any … Continue reading The August Preoccupations – Catherine Barnett