I think we can all relate to when “The days wouldn’t translate into a phrase”—when fragile hopes and desired plans are translated into loss too wrenching to articulate even to ourselves, and we must surrender to grace. I appreciate the tension cultivated in your precision of phrase in conveying pain that resists naming.
I think we can all relate to when “The days wouldn’t translate into a phrase”—when fragile hopes and desired plans are translated into loss too wrenching to articulate even to ourselves, and we must surrender to grace. I appreciate the tension cultivated in your precision of phrase in conveying pain that resists naming.
"in cricket-dense quiet." ... what a phrase! This one line is just so beautifully vivid. And such a great piece overall. Bravo!!! ☺️
Love this! Feel it.