Oh January—the rather quiet doldrums of the year. Omicron is playing three-dimensional chess with our days.
And within all of it, I’m trying to enjoy the small delights—such as this demonstration of how a letter was locked, techniques used by Queens centuries ago:
I’m working on a longer piece that I hope to publish next week, but until that time, sharing a poem from several years ago, courtesy of Bellingham Review.
Such a lovely poem! And that video ... I sat utterly still and quizzically mouth-breathed all the way through it without even realizing it.