Dawn is portentous as any moment.
Read MoreAubades take place in liminal space; they are ephemeral and, like the perfect melody or the exquisite lyric, they are robust in the moment.
Read MoreAt fourteen, I watched the sun rise not as the beginning of a new day, but as a continuation of the night before, an endless monotony.
Read MoreFor years, I wanted to diverge from my heritage, because to do anything else would be to assume the debt of being loved.
Read MoreMotherhood feels like it happens between things, between a finite beginnings and endings, to begin and end infinitely.
Read MoreNow the music starts again, the ending morphs into an interlude morphs into new notes. Never a silence that stays.
Read MoreSo much of our lives are scheduled. We mourn the lack of interlude, lament the promising lull of nothing to do.
Read MoreYou came so far & you still made it here, she says, & I am thinking of a migration of birds exhaling into feathers.
Read MoreI think the meaning of this piece and all of our music depends when and where and by whom it is being listened.
Read MoreThe music jumps, cuts, flourishes in a way I don’t attempt to map out, recognizing the particular logic of feel.
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