Praying with Fringes 12/13/2013 – in tangled script against the white

Shoveling Snow Kirsten Dierking If day after day I was caught inside this muffle and hush I would notice how birches move with a lovely hum of spirits, how falling snow is a privacy warm as the space for sleeping, how radiant snow is a dream like leaving behind the body and rising into that … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/13/2013 – in tangled script against the white