glamour,

In this book, the line between magic and folk wisdom is not a line, but a gauzy billowing.

Bloodroot

I have tried to be Catholic and tried to be Cathar. I have tried to be worthy of the air I breathe. I made myself miserable many times over trying to embody the ascetic opposite of whatever it was I thought I wanted.

What I was thinking, but didn’t say, to that ex of mine was that I didn’t particularly care if I ever loved again. That I was looking for something more than this knotted cord of the erotic, something that would really be worth the shortness of my time and the limitations of my attention.

I speak to the gulls every morning when I pass them on my circle over the cliffs because I know I’m not going to leave my mind to live like a jellyfish in some starry pelagic zone where you can’t find the beginning or end of your body. Except when I have and except when I do.

Maybe jellyfish were the spell I was looking for,

Another word for the space between us is chiasm;

There is so little of what the people who invented writing wrote that every fragmented word of a busted stone tablet seems to be a spell.