this week I’m retreating to an island to do almost nothing. I’m hoping this is the only email I send, and it’s been scheduled in advance!! on a theme, here is a poem that refers to a solo Sunday afternoon bike trip I took to Brighton Beach three years ago. it was September and I swam in my underwear and felt very returned into myself and into solitude, in that resolved way that I can sometimes find. hoping to find that on a beach this week as well as we round into another September.
biking to the beach to eat nothing but the dust
biking to the beach to eat nothing but the…
biking to the beach to eat nothing but the dust
this week I’m retreating to an island to do almost nothing. I’m hoping this is the only email I send, and it’s been scheduled in advance!! on a theme, here is a poem that refers to a solo Sunday afternoon bike trip I took to Brighton Beach three years ago. it was September and I swam in my underwear and felt very returned into myself and into solitude, in that resolved way that I can sometimes find. hoping to find that on a beach this week as well as we round into another September.