From now until January 1, three times a week I’ll be sharing with you some of my all-time favorite posts — you might think of it as a curated collection of the Best of Alpha // Whiskey // Foxtrot. In between, there’ll be space for new photos, new words and new wonder: a mingling […]
Tag: art
a metaphor in the beating of wings …
… I watched them leap the street again, spooling up into a cyclone, a thunderhead, a swell. In a moment, their shape shifted into something else entirely: something animal.
Or perhaps something not animal at all …
an alpha // whiskey // foxtrot anniversary …
It’s funny, but it occurred to me for the very first time today that in just a few weeks, alpha // whiskey // foxtrot will celebrate its one-year anniversary — and nobody’s more shocked about this than me. I can still remember the first time I hit that little blue “Publish” button. Back then, I […]
A {Nook} of One’s Own
“Give her a room of her own and five hundred a year, let her speak her mind … And she will write a better book one of these days.” –Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own * I learned a long time ago that I’m a nester by nature: I fluff and fuss in the […]
Same Body, Second Glance: Day Twenty-Six
July 26, 2014 Today my husband and I spent the day wandering around our local art museum, looking at plenty of fabulous textures and lines. But you know what? Today I have the courage to believe that I am a pretty magnificent work of art myself — imperfections, asymmetry, dark circles and all. And believing […]
The Way of Escape
You find yourself in a windowless room — the walls crumbling plaster, gray. (I know this because I am there too). You don’t know how long you’ve been there, but you know it’s been a long time, because there’s a hunger in the back of your eyes: for color, light — carmine, sun-yellow, cobalt. Your body is stiff, hunched, the bones nearly bent. The ceiling is […]
Ordinary Things, Meaning and Mystery (a moment when I sound like a total flake and don’t care)
It might sound obvious, but whenever I look at my favorite photographs or paintings, I have the confident sense that they mean something … I’m just not really sure what. It’s the peripheral-vision pull of it — the feeling that something important is just out of reach — that attracts me. (I’m much less interested in things I’m sure […]
A Reminder to Myself, Hidden in the Boulders at Wind Rock: Day Seventeen
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * We drive south, past the New River Valley into Giles, where the road climbs up and up […]
An Almost-Poem, Left Under the Williamson Road Overpass (and also: What I Talk About When I Talk About Poetry): Day Fourteen
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * It’s been awhile since I shared anything here that approached what some people call by the name “poetry.” […]
Sharp Top Mountain: Day One of Something Good
A few weeks ago, I made you a promise: I would write all winter, and I would share my words in places where they could be found. So today, the first day in this untrammeled new year, I decided to begin fulfilling that promise: I went to the back yard and found a stone. I […]
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