In the succeeding entries, we telescope “faith,” a word with a variety of connotations. Join us in considering “faith,” its soaring capacities, and its particular and personal ones.
“In the succeeding entries, we telescope our mornings by recounting and recasting. Each succeeding morning of a series is composed in exactly half the number of words of the previous. Diminish with us below.”
“Nails are too long,
can’t remember to cut them
they are colored with everything I hold
like the skin of orange peel—
a citrus flesh that never bleeds”
Human connection is beautiful, but one must remember not to dampen that burgeoning fire by committing
the greatest sin of all friendships: forgetting a name.
