Responsibility Without Territory

Defining roles without the drama

Smoke

A Poem

That prayer might have been the first one that was honest. It spilled upward like the acrid offering of a stew…

Finding Creative Release in Imperfection

How I learned to stop overthinking and learn by doing

Bread

A Poem

curling up inside a loaf of bread, fresh from the oven— that’s what love is, he said. or at least, I imagine…