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
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