Sometimes Small Hopes Die

Sometimes small hopes die. And there is a grief that comes to us that cannot be measured by reason. A future that has lived in the illuminated imagination of the mind is set backward in time and exists only in shadowy remembrance. Upon the sunrising, we are met with a difficult choice: To live in…

Rearranging

I have a recurring dream that I am walking through my house and suddenly, I open up a door, and there is a room that I had forgotten was there.  Just a great big, empty room.  I am flooded with this giddy excitement, and I realize that I can make that room into anything that…

The Daily Turn #14: walking with myself

If I could go back, I would walk with myself like a mother and child holding hands. I would say: Don’t be afraid of growing up. Don’t worry that you may lose one by one (to imagined fires, through open windows, at the hands of nonexistent strangers) every one, and that you couldn’t outlive the…