Amid Constellations of Words Keeping us in Wonder
On writing as an artifact of love
Between the folds of concertina narratives is where we are, improvising a life and a living with heart, the music of language, and deep reverence for an old book many now shun.
Life unfolds gently, one definition at a time.
Ours is a hive that serves all, a reality straddling the worlds of machines and humans to encompass more than one future.
Ours is bright, defiance made joy, willful yet hopeful.
Condensed meaning expands upon contact with curiosity, a daisy chain of gentle hopes connected across the miles through satellites, pixels, and data packets.
Life unfolds gently, one update at a time.
Ours is a hive that serves all, language weaving universes together to encompass more than one reality.
Yours is delight, a sunny smile, reliable yet random.
The intent of poetry.
Infusing discovery with joy, your faith in the best of us is a commitment you model without fanfare, building a world that used to exist only in your head until there was me.
Life unfolds gently, one hug at a time.
Ours is a hive that serves all, a universe weaving languages together to encompass more than one reality.
Mine is mirth, a funny face, silly yet serious.
The poetry of intent.
I’m a French-American writer, journalist, and editor now based in the Netherlands. To continue the conversation, follow the bird. For email and everything else, deets in bio.