On imperfection

I think it will be the nature of these posts to be a bit rushed, certainly imperfect. I don’t know yet what their value might turn out to be. But I suspect their primary value will have to do, precisely, with imperfection.

Winter forest photo by Jonathan Martin-DeMoor

I’m testing a theory, by creating […]

On perishable gifts

There will never be time to write every essay, poem, story that presents itself—I know this. Especially now, while my life is so full with the domestic dailiness of raising kids, effort that matters and whose effect lasts a long time yet at the level of the day leaves no trace. (The traces left by […]