The Carpenter’s Box

These are the letters written in passion and regret, collected with hope, and contained within the safety of the Carpenter’s Box.
  • Her Dimensions

    September 16, 2019 by

    “Because these wings are no longer wings to fly/ But merely vans to beat the air/ The air which is now thoroughly small and dry/ Smaller and dryer than the will/ Teach us to care and not to care/ Teach us to sit still//” -T.S.Eliot Dear Jody, Did you ever look at the fading light… Read more

  • Maybe This Year Will Be Kinder

    September 4, 2020 by

    In two days, I’ll be 32 years old. Every birthday for as long as I can remember, the wish I have made over my cake has been, “Let this year be kinder than the last. Let it mean more.” Part prayer, part silent scream, I squinch my eyes closed and wish with all my spirit.… Read more

  • You Can Sit with Me

    June 25, 2020 by

    Ladies and Gentlemen, a public service announcement: I am not great, or even good. I am not awesome or awe inspiring. I do not leap tall buildings or cross crowded streets in a single bound. I am not bullet proof; I do indeed bleed out. I look out into the ocean and feel small; I… Read more

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