Collected thoughts at the end of The Memory Book Project.
solitude
Every Morning
A poem for your solitude. An original poem from Tell the Turning, with audio by my friend Lauren.
A Prayer for My Solitude, in a Wild Place Not Home
About a year ago, I rented for the weekend a tiny house that hangs out over a mountainside, with a view of the sea.
What I Am Learning, Alone in the Desert Hills
This is a new feeling for me: my work in print, offering me resonances I couldn’t have seen when it was only alive in my own head. Asking me what, exactly, I was thinking.
Tara K. Shepersky 