Dip your index finger in a spring fed pond, and paint a word on the sky. Pick a fitting word – one that will billow and condense – let the word soak through your clothes and fancy backpack. Resist wiping characters away. Leave them in … Continue reading How to Keep a Field Journal
Acorns are dropping in my backyard. I find them on the porch in the mornings. They are plump and the color of ripe avocado. I can slice their outer layer with my thumb nail. I graduated with my Master of Fine Arts a few weeks … Continue reading A Sweeping Prayer
There is an invisible forest inside me. As a child, I ran to a secret hiding place just down the hill in my backyard. It wasn’t a secret in that my mother could see dappled parts of me from her perch at the kitchen window. … Continue reading The Invisible Forest
