dear mary o, the soft animal of my body is in crisis. i went to the river and got turned back by mosquitoes, of all things. i went to the forest and got turned back by sadness. i sat in the long grass turned my eyes to the sky and was blinded by impatience. it […]
what the river says go slow feed me (you’ve forgotten how, forgotten you used to know this; but it will come back to you) talk to me bathe in me stand near me lie down beside me breathe be still hear me listen take a drink water yourself use me as breath as guide your […]