Prose

Celebrate

And eyes beholding radiance. And the gnats’ flickering dance. And the seas’ expanse. And death, and chance. — Ursula K le Guin “There is no such thing as non-fiction,” you […]

Prose

On Words

So immersed in language did you become that eventually every word, every utterance became something entirely divine. And then you couldn’t speak at all for fear that you might sully […]