The Secret of the Buried Seed
The secret of the buried seedis to accept the darkness as a gift,to trust the finger that presses us downinto what we fear will be a grave. We have always feare...
Category: waiting
A quiet season
It’s been a quiet season. I haven’t been writing much at all. There’s no lack of thought, of wrestling with ideas, or experimenting with words...
hibernation
It could be I’m in hibernation. Maybe I’m a toad, buried deep in the mud at the bottom of the river, insides turned to antifreeze, waiting out the winter. My ey...