Tracie Adams (@tracieadams.bsky.social)

The Clear Attention of Being Alive Once I thought loneliness a vacancy. Instead it is a medium, clear water in which the least motion becomes visible— dust turning, slow engine of body burning, pulse flirting, small fish testing a current. Pale, tidal light lapping at the baseboards, leaving its residue on glass. No one calls my name. It floats, unmoored, somewhere beyond this harbor. Thoughts pull like undertow; https://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2026/04/27/the-clear-attention-of-being-alive/