Praying with Fringes 11/10/2015 – I keep living in this world without a reference point

The Hands of Time Ellie Schoenfeld Everything moves at the speed of a lily and every day a million snowflakes melt on somebody's tongue. The hands of time travel across my skin and deliver their holy benediction. I keep living in this world without a reference point. At night I lay my head on my … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/10/2015 – I keep living in this world without a reference point

Praying with Fringes 9/16/2015 – I stand here naked and perfect

Taking It Off Ellie Schoenfeld Some years are just one hair shirt layered onto another, each one doing its best to fuse with skin. Now is the time I will finally peel them off, a slow psychological striptease. I examine each one only briefly then throw it onto an enormous fire, that original bonfire fueled … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 9/16/2015 – I stand here naked and perfect

Praying with Fringes 12/12/2013 – One year since Newtown, and still the guns

Walking Ellie Schoenfeld A Tibetan prayer wheel turns and turns, sends prayers to the universe with every revolution. And now it is my feet, all our feet, walking, one foot then another, over and over, every step a prayer to stave off the horror at the edges of our stomachs. Every step a prayer. One … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/12/2013 – One year since Newtown, and still the guns