Sitting in Starbucks today, watching people walk by the window in their peacoats and hats, in the sunshine. Breath escapes from their mouths, tufts. They hover as spirits, clinging to their faces.
Being alone in public is deeply gratifying: one can see and be seen, but one doesn’t have to entertain. So I think and listen. Music is essential. It’s so beautiful and necessary. I’m afraid of music—what it has the power to make me do and what it has the power to make me feel.
To read some of Kendra’s poetry, go to http://kendrarielle.wordpress.com/.
To read some of Kendra’s academic writing, go to http://kendrarel.wordpress.com/academic/.
