His head snapped up, eyes met mine, and he screamed. The horrible sound. I had to snuff it out.
Creature in the Forest (Part 2)
When I grow strong, I linger in the morning light and bathe freely in the deep waters of the lake.
Creature in the Forest
Below the mist, I lay on wet soil among the rubble and ruin of past selves.
April in San Francisco
In front of the Chinatown public library, I look across the street at a garage and the Transamerica Pyramid poking out from behind. Depending on your positioning, the slant of the hill, the gaps between passing cars at intersections, and the weather, it’s possible to gain new perspectives on iconic buildings and the Bay Bridge….
Otherworldliness About Existing: A Reflection
It’s Sunday and it’s raining, and I wonder what’ll happen next. I’m spending my days absorbing the murders that continue to shake the U.S. (Tyre Nichols and the unending wave of mass shootings). Somewhere between it all, I’m inching along as each day starts and ends, and I can’t help but think we’ve all slipped…