Pieces

In December of 2024 I left MN to spend 2 months in California. Just before I left, I found my Mother Wound; a heavy, dark boulder that...

Fine, black, packed sand, a boulder wrapped in bubblegum, heavy like a million tons of wasted time, of the years spent ch asing some kind...

Grief comes in waves, yes, but never in stages like everybody says. Grief comes in a spiral, finding its way back to you over and over...