Hemlock
Sitting. Staring at blankness, hearing the fan knock woodenly as it’s rotation reaches an end point. There is a ballpoint pen in …
Sitting. Staring at blankness, hearing the fan knock woodenly as it’s rotation reaches an end point. There is a ballpoint pen in …
An undefended heart. We all have one. A place or a space we experience as being inside – that holds …
Last year around this time, I wrote about realizing that my biological father was gay and how gaining that insight …
I have a friend who has a nasty dis-ease and every day I see him I see the toll it takes. It …
I think I was just a mile or two east of Bayfield when I crossed an invisible threshold and stepped into …
We were sitting in the cemetery the Preacher and I seeking shelter from the summer storms and taking refuge in …