Un-Cleave: The Sagacious Lens

Love was then poured into the space from above my head and my companion took from his chest a graft of skin and sewed it over the space where my scalp had been open.… Read More Un-Cleave: The Sagacious Lens


Blown True

My feet are shod with dust. They connect with humility and with the earth. In the pocket on the left side of my chest I carry images and memories of those I love so I am never alone. My jacket blows in the wind, capturing tales that draw me forth to listen and to find, sometimes with the wind at my back, sometimes with my back bent into the wind.… Read More Blown True