October 2, 2014
The Architecture of Silence
There is a weight to sacred space that has nothing to do with stone or mortar. It is a gravity of the...
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Reflections
October 2, 2014
The Ember on the Tongue
The smell of woodsmoke always clings to the back of my throat, a dry, metallic ghost of a fire that has long...
October 1, 2014
The Architecture of Echoes
We are all curators of ghosts, gathering the paper scraps of our days like fallen leaves pressed between the pages of a...
