July 31, 2015
The Weight of Waiting
I spent this morning sitting on my porch, watching a neighbor’s dog wait for a car that wasn’t coming. He sat perfectly...
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Reflections
July 30, 2015
The Rhythm of the Weave
The smell of damp hemp and river silt always brings me back to the feeling of calloused palms. It is a dry,...
July 30, 2015
The Roughness of Being
The smell of damp earth after a long, humid afternoon is a heavy, velvet thing. It clings to the back of the...
