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The Summer Playlist 2018

I dream that I have found us both again, With spring so many strangers’ lives away, And we, so free, Out walking by the sea, With someone else’s paper words to say…. They took us at the gates of green return, Too lost by then to stop, and ask them why- Do children meet again?…

The Spring Playlist 2018

I am a labyrinth, The space between open and closed, defined and undefined. Someplace, neither warm, nor cold. There are rules and un-rules and non-rules, and they change and they wind, because there aren’t any, so that when they break – they do not break me. Simply, they reroute you. (and this is good) /…

The Winter Playlist 2017

XVII I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the…

The Autumn Playlist 2017

Thinking in terms of: dust settling atop that which is not its endpoint– confetti collections on trees, and also other likely places, and unlikely places, then let them all drop / suddenly / finally / in some ways / lighter stripped of the things that may have weighed, I believe [my life is going to…

The Summer Playlist 2017

Notes on trying to filter: The stuff you didn’t expect might be what is floating on top. Think: pasteurizing milk. There might be more waiting. You might notice you come across lighter sometimes. Again. You might enjoy being alone. Again. / wandering off in the museum / down the street as the sun sets /…

The Spring Playlist 2017

I keep thinking about this artist I heard about who took a Polaroid a day for 18 years. He died of cancer in 1997. People write in now with events in their own lives that occurred on the dates of the pictures. This is what it looked like someplace on the day I was born.…

The Winter Playlist 2016

The last few weeks, I have been asking people to tell me what their favorite Christmas songs are. It can be kind of interesting to hear about, actually. Whether or not I ever tell those I’ve interrogated, I am always, always categorizing their responses. I find the people I get along with best respond with…