I remembered that I am a wanderer. And what would a wanderer do with their growing presence? I grow too big, too visible to the naked eye...

I can feel myself on the inside – Do I have enough creative words? Is this the mark of depth and genius? Couldn’t I do better? That which...

Clanking courage Squawking play songs Chipping and bowing and climbing creatures all know how to sit in stillness – On a balmy mid-day In...

I used to write free – And in this space, I declared that I am greatness in the desert! That greatness is only truly tested in a desert....