Listening for the Echoes

Touch has a memory. So does sound. ― John Keats. Like milkweed seeds, breezes emit memories at will, each one its own tempo, echoing me back to an unfinished song. ——G. Hill Today, I call upon the tall and untangled sounds that wave and stir, the grassroots of a life: a collection of voices in … Continue reading Listening for the Echoes