Tribal Rites
A primal thing sometimes happens in the middle of the city in the middle of the night and a tribe is formed, if only for a wishful while, if only in a wishful place. Sometimes,... More »
A primal thing sometimes happens in the middle of the city in the middle of the night and a tribe is formed, if only for a wishful while, if only in a wishful place. Sometimes,... More »
I love the bottomless basket of goodies that is my life, a cornucopia of kindly conundrums, inky contexts, and lavish gifts. I love kisses landed on my brow as softly as a butterfly alights on... More »
This is a true story about a single day in the life of a young boy...a day in which he learned of blind love, realized his mortality, found a connection between Santa Claus and budding... More »
I believe... ...that in the woods wool is better than cotton. ...that you are reading these words. ...that I am connected to you, so get over it and don't worry. It'll be okay. ...that time... More »
The mantra coils seductively around my arms and tickles every sense. I become deliciously deliberately helpless, and there's a scent, an overwhelming hint of earthy tones, the intent inscrutable and obvious at once. Intent? Chest... More »