Don't blink.
Have you ever noticed that the sound of the wind through the tops of loblolly pines has the same roll and recession as the sea on a low shore?
The sweetgums and oaks follow suit with a rustling murmur not unlike the steady procession of minute explosions made as bubbles burst on edges of…
I am slowly alone in the forest. The leaves whisper of crenelated riddles & hidden answers. I inhale deeply, pulling in…
“It is only in our culture that we are considered “sick “ people, to be institutionalized &…
