yesterday I walked through the warehouse pieces of a border in my hand seeking matches in the scattering of wood … More
oh the stuff i collect like a storm washed beach refuse from the everyday until i am so weighed down … More
(From yesterday) Some days are days of broken things. Like this glass I tumble, more fragile than I thought, and … More
It was not too long ago when I stood on the precipice and caught a glimpse of the pit far … More
I rescued the chair from outside someone’s apartment with the hope of fixing it and having it become a welcome … More
When the earth shakes . . .
Those are the two options. To be part of the destruction of that which is precious, even the life of … More