a story that is only half my own
between the sacred and profane nobody hears me chant your name another year has gone again and i will never be the same. it was one of those days that never really ends; there were no goodbyes. i remember the fog and the ice and the road leading me south. and that is about as […]
a story that is only half my own
between the sacred and profane nobody hears me chant your name another year has gone again and i will never be the same. it was one of those days that never really ends; there were no goodbyes. i remember the fog and the ice and the road leading me south. and that is about as […]
goodbye thirty eight
today is the last day of my 38th year, and as in past years, i’ve pulled together a list of 38 things that i’ve seen and done and learned over the past year: 1. said, “yes!” 2. said, “i do!” 3. visited vancouver. not once, not twice, but three times. it’s pretty okay. 4. received […]
a story that is only half my own
between the sacred and profane nobody hears me chant your name another year has gone again and i will never be the same. it was one of those days that never really ends; there were no goodbyes. i remember the fog and the ice and the road leading me south. and that is about as […]
the twenty-third of january
between the sacred and profane nobody hears me chant your name another year has gone again and i will never be the same i keep you close under my breath. it was one of those days that never really ends; there were no goodbyes. i remember the fog and the ice and the road leading […]
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