Running Away From Home
“But if I knew heartbreak was coming I would’ve set out running across the muddy river and the smog stacks on the bank swallow that horizon hunger beyond hunger ’til the cloudy blue… Continue reading
“But if I knew heartbreak was coming I would’ve set out running across the muddy river and the smog stacks on the bank swallow that horizon hunger beyond hunger ’til the cloudy blue… Continue reading
A friend of mine once complained that hiking with me was no fun because I could spend hours photographing river mud and wood grain. He felt it was less like a hike enjoying the… Continue reading
The Unnamed Unicorn Project finally has a name. Bodhairim, the Gaelic word for “I deafen” is where I landed when doing a little etymological digging for something that could encompass what I was… Continue reading