You, The axial tilt shifts again, signaling the change of our seasons. Half will turn from gray to green and the other from green to infernal reds, yellows, browns, and golds. Having had their say, winter and summer begin their intermissions, catching rest before the next performances a quarter-year away. I think of you often […]Read more "Of March, II"
You, We awoke to broken trees, broken homes, and broken families on islands ravaged by a nature whose indifferent strength far surpassed whatever cruelty we were able to visit upon one another this week.Read more "Of March, I"
This rock is alive.Read more "Prelude"