pilgrim . poet . ponderer of all things .
The road in the end taking the path the sun had taken, into the western sea, and the moon rising behind you as you stood where ground turned to ocean: no way to your future now but the way your shadow could take walking before you across water, going where shadows go This is …
There’s no escaping a divine appointment. It’s at the dusty crossroads, with a stone in your shoe and the sun in your eyes. You feel it in the limping and the blindness. It’s in the heavy bag, with it’s unrelenting pressure on your brittle bones. You hear it in the call of the carrion, arching …
Earlier this week we had to kill one of our three chickens. Well, I say we, but it was Nathan who did it. Wringing an animal’s neck is not something I’m keen to add to my list of accomplishments just yet. She was attacked the previous morning in the early hours between five and six, …
