Sometimes it Hurts to Grow
It’s taken me this long to notice how spring begins to fill herself in like fall in reverse. Splotchy brown leaves mix together with...
Flowing
I have always been drawn to the in-betweens to the loose precision of brushstrokes those swift splashes containing a mix of motion and...
Coming Back to Me
I am learning to listen to the low-lying eddy within whispering murmurations of truth and knowing. For years I mistook its faint current...