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let me correct my personal mythology of wandering: my pursuit of new journeys is not a search for home; rather, it is part habit, part curiosity i've found a home with a strong frame who moves and breathes, who sees and receives me and though it's said that nothing worth having is ever easy, there's … Continue reading edit

so much

so much joy in the familiar and so much calling from the road i trust my soul to hold it all i trust my legs to take me to strange places i trust my heart to bring me home

Frankenstein

Autumn is a good time to go into hiding. I have spent the last five years walking up and down this long cool hallway, writing on its walls, forgetting much of it until I go through the process of collecting, editing, revising. It is like posting a story or a poem or a collection of … Continue reading Frankenstein