…in disbelief, unguarded and undisguised in the nakedness of this new truth..
“We both jumped back at the sound of our forgotten voice.”
March 5, 2017. I sit now on another of the tree’s roots. The trees stature and the girth of its… Read more Raw.
Tuesday, December 13, 2016 Brrr. My shoulders first felt the tapping of the chilling winds, an arrival of my old… Read more Sidestep.
“I had landed spread eagle, my head barely an inch from a rock, narrowly…”
“A person could draw a map of the path, naming each scratch with the bend in the trail, every misstep clearly etched upon my skin..”
‘…does it not begin with me?”
What happens when one’s life becomes a manifestation of ones own heart?
Tuesday, September 6, 2016 Almost a year has passed since I began working at my current job. This evening I… Read more Original leather, part 2.