Hi friend! 👋 I work with Open Books here in Seattle and will be helping with some of the events for Ada’s tour! And am a co-host of Other People’s Poems (@seattlepoetry on IG) - just wanted to introduce and say great work with the blurb!
Hi Cody! Thanks for the kind words, following along and the introduction. I was actually 2 rows behind you at the Open Books 30th last week ☺️ love that place. Thanks for all you do.
Firstly, the blurb written for the Seattle library is stunning! I’m so into the metaphor. I love the idea that we can transcended barriers with intention and attention. Wonderful!
“Not a prayer on me” feels like a Nick Cave line.
When we were in Scotland last year, the place felt inherently mystical and charged with spirituality. The rain and moss feel so obvious in marvel.
I went for a late night walk last night after a storm and it was unusually foggy and eerily quiet. When Newt took too long sniffing, I would whisper shout “Newt, come ON!” instead of speaking fully aloud because the atmosphere felt so spooky. I’ve never been to Ireland, but Scotland had such a persistent sense of space in this same way, and it’s hard to avoid ideas of spirituality or the supernatural.
Hi friend! 👋 I work with Open Books here in Seattle and will be helping with some of the events for Ada’s tour! And am a co-host of Other People’s Poems (@seattlepoetry on IG) - just wanted to introduce and say great work with the blurb!
Hi Cody! Thanks for the kind words, following along and the introduction. I was actually 2 rows behind you at the Open Books 30th last week ☺️ love that place. Thanks for all you do.
Firstly, the blurb written for the Seattle library is stunning! I’m so into the metaphor. I love the idea that we can transcended barriers with intention and attention. Wonderful!
“Not a prayer on me” feels like a Nick Cave line.
When we were in Scotland last year, the place felt inherently mystical and charged with spirituality. The rain and moss feel so obvious in marvel.
I went for a late night walk last night after a storm and it was unusually foggy and eerily quiet. When Newt took too long sniffing, I would whisper shout “Newt, come ON!” instead of speaking fully aloud because the atmosphere felt so spooky. I’ve never been to Ireland, but Scotland had such a persistent sense of space in this same way, and it’s hard to avoid ideas of spirituality or the supernatural.
Feels like a Nick Cave line... that's high praise.
Classic Newt, no nose for eeriness. Good sniffs only.