Dragging away from the high road
We should find a flock of birds big enough
to pull us up from the long road
Come on. Come with us....
I've been listening to Bear in Heaven's "Lovesick Teenagers" over and over for the past few days, so I think that means it's telling me it wants to find a home here. Don't be put off by the title; I'm not even sure the song is exactly about teenagers, as it is about endurance and transmutation, but it's the music that interests me most--don't ask me why I'm a writer. Starved grandeur. I was going to say it gets me every time, but it's not like that sound comes along every day.
For some reason, Pitchfork TV appears to be misbehaving in the embed department, so a link might just have to suffice.
I've also been meaning to put a link to three pieces of mine--"The White Deer," "Love Story," and "Mothers in the Trees," in the new issue of Sweet. The first is from the new memoir; the second two are from Unbuilt Projects. The three all turn around a mother, or a lost mother, and the third even features its own bear in heaven.