Immediacy, mediated

writing about and stylizing the "I" in crisis

I woke early yesterday and fixed the coffee, said my prayer to Asclepius over candles and olive oil mixed with frankincense resin and other golden things.

My walks on Lonesome Pine and Naked Mountain roads are fewer and far between these days. I can hide the pregnancy if I want still, but it has made my movements heavy slow turkey waddle gobble legs. Not…