buried

i had mud on my face ashes on my jeans tears in my eyes blisters on my palms from gripping tight to moral insecurity as i buried my heroes in the cold high ground. climbing out from the footsteps of giants is a great way to work your core decimating values in the rains of […]

staring

feeling a bit like a moai head in the sand this morning the ravens circling above the earthworms burrow below yet i stare in her direction direction less yet somehow knowing the right way granite flecks of fallen facial recognition unable to turn away if anyone asks i’m taking a personal day to wile away […]