je t'aime

All winter the blue heron slept among the horses. I do not know the custom of herons, do not know if the solitary habit is their way, or if he listened for some missing one— not knowing even that was what he did— in the blowing sounds in the dark, I know that hope is the hardest love we carry. He slept with his long neck folded, like a letter put away.

river textures, 2024

Love Letters from the 19th century

"A cursed fiend wrought death disease and pain. A blessed friend brought breath and ease again."  – Charles Carroll Bombaugh, Gleanings for the Curious from the Harvest-Fields of Literature, 1890

Mari Evans “I Who Would Encompass Millions”

Virginia Woolf, from ‘The Waves’

Virginia Woolf, from ‘The Waves’

Virginia Woolf, from The Waves

Yrsa Daley-Ward, from bone; “waiting for the check to clear”

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

Walking with the Wind, Abbas Kiarostami (translated by Michael Beard)

— Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, February 21, 1950 [#206]

you will breathe easily, stop feeling your heart pounding to be freed, no longer feel like you’re drowning. you will feel enough peace to remember why you’re alive.