The World Is Slow To Dissolve And Leave Us.

The light is astounding, a hammer.

Anne Carson, Kinds of Water

I lay exhaling human feelings

Anaïs Nin, Henry and June

Come back. Tell us what you’ve seen. Tell us you met a god so reckless, so lonely, it will love us all.

—Traci Brimhall, from “Late Novena,” Our Lady of Ruins (W.W. Norton, 2012)

From now on it is not dying we must fear, but living.

Arundhati Roy, The End of Imagination

I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.

Ada Limón, The Hurting Kind

Violence was all. The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went.

- Virginia Woolf, Orlando

I remember thinking my father was mean but knowing he was kind. I remember thinking my father was kind but knowing he was mean.

Mary Ruefle, Woodtangle

While I haven’t updated this blog in a bit (I finished my MSc degree which left little room for enjoyment reading), I have begun to pleasure read again (I cannot describe how much I’ve missed Austen) and will be updating shortly.

I also am fully planning on diving headfirst into religious studies as a hobby in 2024, so forthcoming content will reflect this in due time.

Someone was and was here and then suddenly disappeared and is stubbornly gone.

Wisława Szymborska, A Cat in an Empty Apartment tr. Regina Grol

It may be that we have become more interesting to each other at the expense of trust.

Anaïs Nin, Henry and June