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October 12, 2017

she leapt

The spider drops leaping from point to point partnering with air each string a possibility a foundation endeavouring through repeated uncertain free falls to build her […]
October 5, 2017

half mast

Lately my flag is always flying at half mast Don’t draw me up until the world is right and whole. Don’t draw me up until the […]
September 26, 2017

chain. links.

Intentional her small hands moving across the chain links playing an instrument co-located to a wizened crow perched passively sensing together the sharp cold of dry […]
September 11, 2017


What is a place? A home? Maybe there is meant to be more adventure and surprise. Open space We were nomads once. Cherishing seasons from place […]