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
