dead dog creek

when you told me about dead dog creek i didn’t quite believe you. i didn’t believe the bit about the dog and i didn’t really believe there was a creek but we walked away from the trail and you showed me the creek and even though there was no dog i began to believe every […]

construction/paper

i build myself a deep nest. collect kindling, fiberglass strings, scraps of priceless tinder gathered like matches, photographs and dead grass. newspaper clippings and countless volumes of evergreen stored on bookcases that might as well be cedar branches. i live in a dry summer. postcards line the wall. ships sailing, trips without my echo, reminders […]