The seat of the Holy Mother, consumed by fire — at the time of the Son’s rising.

Wood, once nurtured by water, sculpted by human hands, burns to dust, after all.

Today I went out and accidentally bumped into a neighbor who lives a block away. She is 76, and tomorrow is her last day in the neighborhood. the landlords are renovating and kicking everyone out of a three building complex full of artists.

Sometimes it takes being alone with your grief for a really long time before you are ready to start seeing other …
Emotions.