The Clock is All Wrong
Fixed in time
Fixed in time
The things we pick up are the things we carry
One year of Landfall
Plucking Light from Darkness
We say Fine
A Song when you’re over Giving
A snippet poem of imaginary Postcards
Letting go of the thread
Everywhere I look green, is blazing from red, to brown Color spun, full circle now, cascading down The summer rays melt, running with feet, never touching th...
Are we still trying to convince each other? Is it cynical to describe what’s there? Do we need to be condemned to life, behind a podium? Fielding questions f...
A question directed at no one, and everyone, in the Hotel Lobby Bar
Why does it feel like we’re still trying to convince each other?
The electric tire smoke of Perceived Inconvenience
Trying on a Stationary Perspective for Long-Term Views
A case for adding One-Time Payments to Substack
(don’t be surprised)
Shapes of Asking
A fragile trade
Revisiting childhood memories for safety