This post is part of a series. To read more, click here. * I got out of the car and walked down the hill alone, a small wooden box clutched in my left hand. In the last of the day’s light, everything looked like a charcoal sketch: black and white and gray. My heavy fleece-lined […]
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Words, Taped to the Underside of a Table at a Blacksburg Pizza Parlor: Day Two
This post is part of a series. To read more, start here. * Today, Thomas and I drove back the way we once came. We steered the car onto I-81, south toward the New River Valley. Eight years ago, when we were newlyweds, this place was our introduction to Appalachia. It was a season of my life that […]
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 […]
The Time I Almost Got Arrested for Writing a Poem in Chalk on a Bridge
Three weeks ago I wrote you a poem – or something a little bit like one. And I could have just posted it here, but something told me it needed to be delivered to the world in a different way. It needed to be left somewhere, somewhere where everyone or no one might read it. And then […]
One Last Look Back… & Then Forward
I’ve let this place lie fallow for a week now. I’ve been resting. Contemplating what’s come, and what comes next. Almost two months ago, I built this blog out of sheer desperation. Because at that time, wherever I looked I saw a lot of loneliness. I felt marooned in a city where I didn’t belong. […]
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