Waiting, Meaning, Kingdom

“I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets. Scorched to the root My red filaments burn and stand, a hand of wires.”-Sylvia Plath, “Elm” It haunts acutely when she travels alone. A girl, eyes fixated out and beyond, knifed by meaning and meaninglessness. The rhythmic lull of a Soviet era train hums her to thought asContinue reading “Waiting, Meaning, Kingdom”

Destination: Unknown

Ten years ago, I sat huddled inside a bus with dingy drapes, the steady beat of potholes jarring my head as I tried in vain to rest against the cold window. As I shivered and peered out the glass into the darkness of a Russian night, two questions circled, “where on earth am I going,Continue reading “Destination: Unknown”