February 19, 2016
The Dust of Memory
There is a weight to silence, but there is also a weight to the air when it is filled with something else....
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Reflections
February 19, 2016
The Bruise of Evening
The smell of damp earth after a long, dry spell always brings me back to the kitchen floor of my childhood. It...
February 16, 2016
The Earth’s Quiet Steep
There is a particular rhythm to the earth that we only hear when we stop our own internal noise. It is a...
