Inside the Crimson Shed
I’m at the entrance of grief where even nightmares weep, children fit in boxes stacked until...
Read MoreI’m at the entrance of grief where even nightmares weep, children fit in boxes stacked until...
Read MoreShe walks through endless lines trying to find a needle that unites her white pages with selfless...
Read MoreI am a breath, the breath, breathe and find me within, lungs and loam, the space between your skin...
Read MoreScience in its groundness is humble. Arrogance only leads to ignorance. Our fears seek to fulfill...
Read MoreI remember ancient seagulls singing why you should not to go any higher. They were hope in a time...
Read MoreIf you felt a door knob while living in darkness, would you attempt to open it? This door could...
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