Posts by Stephanie Adams-Santos

Stephanie Adams-Santos lives in the Pacific Northwest, among other dimensions, amid green and vaster forms.

On Not Writing

I excuse myself from the little office that is nothing like a prison—though, because I have not been able to …

‘The human mind is not some otherworldly essence that comes to house itself inside our physiology. Rather it is instilled and provoked by the sensorial field itself, induced by the tensions and participations between the human body and the animate earth. The invisible shapes of smells, rhythms of cricketsong, and the movement of shadows all, in a sense, provide the subtle body of our thoughts. Our own reflections, we might say, are a part of the play of light and its reflections.

‘By acknowledging such links between the inner, psychological world and the perceptual terrain that surrounds us, we begin to turn inside-out, loosening the psyche from its confinement within a strictly human sphere, freeing sentience to return to the sensible world that contains us. Intelligence is no longer ours alone but is a property of the earth; we are in it, of it, immersed in its depths.’

David Abram

Meeting Nelly Sachs

Walking the various neighborhoods of Seattle two years ago, I discovered Open Books, a marvelous little dragon’s cave of all-poetry. First thing …

Postscript: My Seamus Heaney

Several weeks before Seamus Heaney’s death, I made a visit to the Oregon Museum of Science and Industry to see …