This is the page of a creative blogger! Here, we’ll sort so many things.
What is vital to know: this page is a zombie come back from the dead – as zombies are wont to do. The last version of this site, perhaps of me, was lost in the Otherworld. I’ve decided to do a bit of resurrection because it served a necessary purpose as a repository, a reliquary of some most precious bits of myself, all carved out in language.
I am a writer sort of creature, a creaturely sort of writer. This is a thing that keeps coming to me to do, as vital, as holy obligation, as self-care, as press-ganged devotion, as joyful damnation. Write and keep and call it out to the uncaring sky. It helps, some of the time, in some of the ways. So, here I am once more, years later, reconsitituting my person by tacking up old poems and scraps of wit, all perhapsing to be useful to anyone else who comes to call here.
As for the details, I am well enough, breathing enough, remembering enough for my purposes. I tumbled so gracelessly into so many heavens. I fell through the firmament and flung myself far over the roiling sea. I was pulled by the neck this way and that into a happiness that I don’t know how to deserve beyond enduring the magic of it all. Love and grief and fear and change have marked me, charred my bones. And for a girl who once thought her life was sealed under thick sheets of glass, museum-grade, untouchable and free from corrosive air, I am marking it back in turn.
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