The whole thing is written beautifully. Poetic prose wrestling with pain, praise, order, and chaos but man that first line, "Pews padded blue melt into hardwoods swollen soft in Alabama stick."
About a half hour ago I serendipitously discovered you by clicking through random profiles trying to figure substack out, and unwittingly sunk into your words. I’m neck deep in your last four posts and I’m sure you’ve drowned me, or, I recognize a mysteriously specific emotion captured by you and need to break the surface for air. Where have you and your writing been all this time? You work an incredible depth. You are interesting. I’m grateful to cross paths with you.
The whole thing is written beautifully. Poetic prose wrestling with pain, praise, order, and chaos but man that first line, "Pews padded blue melt into hardwoods swollen soft in Alabama stick."
What a first line.
This, Carolines. Thank you.
I sit on my front porch, the sun is ushered in by birds, all is grace. Headache, horizon, halo, heart. Hashem.
About a half hour ago I serendipitously discovered you by clicking through random profiles trying to figure substack out, and unwittingly sunk into your words. I’m neck deep in your last four posts and I’m sure you’ve drowned me, or, I recognize a mysteriously specific emotion captured by you and need to break the surface for air. Where have you and your writing been all this time? You work an incredible depth. You are interesting. I’m grateful to cross paths with you.
this comment made my day, thank you rain ❤️🔥🫀