May 12, 2016
The Weight of Morning
The air in the mountains has a specific, metallic bite that clings to the back of the throat, tasting faintly of crushed...
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Reflections
May 11, 2016
The Long Road Home
I remember driving through Bastrop just as the heat began to break, somewhere around six in the evening. There was a man...
May 11, 2016
The Map of Living
We often mistake the skin for a boundary, a wall that keeps the world out and the self in. But look closer...
