Sorrow is the black of the coal dust It tastes like a thousand tears It smells like the darkened coal dust on the path home It feels like the searing pain of work and no sleep It sounds like the screaming of a thousand men shouting for rebellion It looks like the black, powder, on […]

My favorite place in my neighborhood is the oak forest above the cliff, just so you can see the tops of the trees, above the river. The way the trees bow to the wind is like its own kingdom and it’s amazing to hear the wind blow in spirals and swirls. I love this noise […]