Blithe Field - "Clasped Hands"
Blithe Field - "In the Moonlight"
In the director's cut of my life - the one where I move to the Maritimes for school and to take long sad walks by the freezing cold water, where I own better sweaters and more knitted blankets, let my friends cook me spaghetti dinners on board game night and grow slowly into someone whose heart fits right inside her, am swept up some nights by dusk and fog but quietly and without the need for repair, where I learn to sleep in real quiet and have a better record collection and am in love with a woman whose hair spills across our sheets like sun through the blinds and who teaches me to make things with my hands, where I write poems with line breaks in them and read only books I can steal from the thrift store, where on weekends I clamber alone up the muddy banks to somewhere, see the view and come home winded, where in quiet moments I feel the weight of my failures pressing into brand new parts of me, am tethered entirely different than I am to myself here, in this version, the one in which I'm writing now - this is what the walk home sounds like.
oh man this cracked me the hell open
Posted by daniel at January 23, 2017 12:13 PMYour last few posts have spoken to parts of me that have been lost to me for over a decade. Thank you for these
Posted by Brayden at January 23, 2017 5:38 PMYour writing always has a way of settling into me. Thank you.
Posted by Philana at January 29, 2017 5:18 AM
and it will begin playing. All songs are also available to download: just right-click the link and choose 'Save as...'
