• Julia B commented on the post, soil 7 years, 1 month ago

    Soil can be a thing, but also a happening. Not something you choose, something you follow without meaning to. To soil oneself, to dirty everything that came before. All the skin cells waiting seven years to fall away and be replaced clean. The ones that leave are planted in soil, growing in dirt with the dead growing too. Falling into the dust…[Read more]

  • Julia B commented on the post, despite 7 years, 5 months ago

    You came up behind me today and put your arms around me and I knew it probably looked weird, but I didn’t care at all. Sometimes I care. Usually I care, and I’m never sure why. Today was different– maybe your […]

  • Julia B commented on the post, icing 7 years, 6 months ago

    I shiver as I stare out the window. Distractedly, I run my fingers over the frost covered glass. I can’t seem to pull myself away, even though I know you’re gone. There’s nothing out there waiting for me, the snow […]

  • Julia B commented on the post, railroad 7 years, 7 months ago

    The lingering sound in my mind isn’t tuned to its usual station (your voice). It’s a rattling and a shaking and…whistles. And oh no, it’s happening again. I can never escape that meddling conductor. I can never […]

  • Julia B commented on the post, dwell 7 years, 7 months ago

    There’s a cave by a big stone in the woods near my house. And every day when I walk by it, I want to take a look inside. But I never do. Maybe it’s fear. Or maybe it’s just a lack of confidence. I have a hard time […]