I wonder if you can see your reflection in the tears that roll down my face. One by one, slowly. Dried up on my cheeks. Each…
It was starting to get dark. Griffin finally accepted that it would be maybe late morning before he reached Denver if…
In April 2020, I was asked by a friend who runs a podcast and a YouTube channel to create and record a piece that best reflects the image of the pandemic in its early existence here in the United Kingdom. He would then go on to…
We both looked at it flipped over on its stomach, belly yellow and textured, tail separated maybe an inch behind it. The rocks create mountains…
It’s not a hidden ordeal.There are cracks.