How exactly do we hold our distance while also holding the truth of others’ shared humanity? How do we reach out and still remain safe?

People ran to keep their bodies tame, searched for every secret before the leaving.

What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known and loved because it is known?

Without a reliance on instruments, a capella is an independent, brave, and vulnerable form.

This Woman's Work

A tear falls down his cheek and the tear becomes a single drop of blood hitting the ground. They’re in the bedroom now, kissing.

Grandmother's Song

My grandmother always stands in the driveway until everyone has driven away. How many departing headlights have swept over her in the night?

Personal Essay, MusicHana WidermanSeptember 24, 2019

Circles

When I listen to Maggie Rogers’ “Falling Water,” I always hear I never loved you fully in the way I could so deeply, completely.

The Art of Letting Go

When I recommend a song to someone else, I am sharing multiple variations of myself.

$VII: Aubade | Uncomposed: "Refractions of Light"$

I have wanted to leave home since I was thirteen years old, and the desire sings in my ribs even more strongly now.

VI: Interlude | Uncomposed: "Lexicon"

G for Georgia, O for Oscar, T for Thomas, again O for Oscar. My mother spells out her maiden name on the phone.