Musepaper Essay Prize

My Job is to Hold the Light

The raccoon’s death wasn’t a mercy killing, like euthanizing a sick chicken. It was sloppy and sad. We had wanted to raise our own food and influence the food system on our own plot of land. We envisioned ourselves stewards of nature: above it, managing it from the outside. Instead, we became part of it…

Baby on Board

My newly-pregnant wife woke me at dawn to tell me she dreamt we were on a speedboat. It was brighter than the time, white day coming in slivers where the cats had pushed the curtains aside, and I summoned myself from sleep to listen…

Ensō

At the beginning of Luke Ossani’s yoga class, I am not entirely myself. I’ve somehow lost touch with half of me, the peaceful half, the part that keeps me from quitting adulthood, buying a one-way ticket to…

Tastes

I’ve never been able to decide on one thing. It doesn’t matter if we’re talking jobs, food, travel, books or movies. There has never been one of any style or genre to which I can fully commit. I want it all. Or, at least, I want to know…

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