I feel like a solid rock sometimes, the indissoluble solid, mid-creek. Every once in a while, karma … or … More
Blessed, not stressed…
Blessed, not stressed…
I feel like a solid rock sometimes, the indissoluble solid, mid-creek. Every once in a while, karma … or … More
4/28-29/17 The rain woke me after midnight. This is the first rain since I’ve been here, just over a month … More
This is my reality now: sun-filled days, whirring wings, the strange, coaxing cries of ring-neck pigeons. A tan-white cat with … More
