my secret garden
Rumbles from the east raise my hair, all senses draw taut as I poise in attention. The war is here. I sense tensions mounting, and deep currents bucking against constraint, something cold and deep is... More »
Rumbles from the east raise my hair, all senses draw taut as I poise in attention. The war is here. I sense tensions mounting, and deep currents bucking against constraint, something cold and deep is... More »
Once i saw a film of plants: a time-lapse documentary that revealed their uncannily aggressive nature. This on a lifetime of sudden perceptions, the kind that twist the world like a kaleidoscope, shuffling and reorganizing... More »
In this place, in this season of recapitulation and new becoming, fresh air catches the dry leaves yet clinging to the trees, and my hair lifts briefly off my shoulders. Behind me, I smell coffee... More »
I am new at this, so bear with me as I tunnel through this odd wilderness…. I begin at the end, like so many stories: I find myself on a mountain peak, cold and impersonal,... More »