We’re in the minivan. In the seat next to me, my 10 year old scrolls through the photo album on my phone, undoubtedly looking for any visual testament of his soccer prowess. Instead, his thumb pauses on a picture of illuminated tree branches in the darkness. It is, admittedly, a haunted scene.
"the negotiation of belonging"...wow! What a perfect way to describe much of how I spend my time and what I'm trying to change....thanks for your words of wisdom!
I wonder why many authors I've seen lately are writing about keeping secrets... Even the Pope said quit putting your whole life online! 👀 Is the Spirit trying to peel us away from the digital mirrors we're trying to meld into?
The poem is a volume of beauty. (And it lined up excellently in the mobile version.) Thank you.
Micro-essay for the win. 🤘🏽 Also, LOVE the poem, it’s many self-layers and mystery found in physical objects. Thank you.
Love you and your secrets, Shannon. May we remember to save a part of ourselves for ourselves ✨️🦉
I really love this and feel it deeply.
Wow, this is deeper than it looks! It demands a second read. Thanks, Shannon.,
Your mind and the ability to express what is in it continue to amaze!
"the negotiation of belonging"...wow! What a perfect way to describe much of how I spend my time and what I'm trying to change....thanks for your words of wisdom!
I like this a lot.
I wonder why many authors I've seen lately are writing about keeping secrets... Even the Pope said quit putting your whole life online! 👀 Is the Spirit trying to peel us away from the digital mirrors we're trying to meld into?