At the end of the Earth will we not want to scream, that we bore witness to the thrashing beauty of all things? Earth scorched, flooded,...

The weightiness of beauty, Like a millstone that threatens to pull you down…unto breathless death. A single pulsating star visible in the...

Have you ever felt your heartbeat in your toes? Wrinkled them under the sheets to intensify the 3…4…5…6…? Have you ever stared at...

Where is sadness birthed? I mean, from what eternal wellspring does it rush to me in unexpected, assaulting moments? Is there some...

I have determined that fighting to maintain our true and most radiantly wide-eyed, romantic, vulnerable, and naïve self is the most...

A wave is born of the Breath of the Wind, or perhaps of a deep Tremor, and from the outset is directed towards an ultimate destination....