January 18, 2025
This land remembers, a constant echo, wherever I wander,whether between halfway places or brittle stormsover the fence at the edge of our woods near our homea […]
July 30, 2023
Dots align in constellations. Meaning makes its way out of my maelstrom and onto the page, legible and lithe. I believe I was hand-placed in this particular sky. I believe I will never forget again.