Darling, let’s build a house, We’ll build it of stone and love, We’ll make it stronger than a fortress, but warm enough for the coldest winter
Micah Vierling, from his ballad Build a House
- I’m starting to steel myself for the domestic trial that awaits
- with fresh and desperate urgency
- the struggle has already yielded its own strange fruit
- a note of promise hangs over it all
- the nesting impulse is strong
- I do find some peace when I think about restraint and indirection
- towards Coney Island
- how powerful the pull to those values in my own heart
- We put a high premium on stability and security
- endings and beginnings
- a black night
- Some of the heaviness seems to have lifted
- our work mysteriously grows out of our friendship
- the instability of it all
- during this season of unsettling
- It’s an ancient battle on the fields of my heart
- The holiness of the domestic
- I know that we all live in flux of one sort or another
- It’s been a remarkable ride these past twenty years
- We’d be safe from what went wrong
- A way of treachery and trouble,but just as surely a way to hope
- how puny my pool of grace really is
- The House as Fortress
- Epektasis
- How deep the flow
- Paradise?
- The Constancy of Change
- Reflective Hands
- The Weight of the Calm
- Aberdeen
- Mourning Train
- Silence