Bumps relax into a smooth line. Creases fade and tensions subside. I am here. Obstacles gone. Money is only good for solving problems. Blue-green floor, moths flutter in the glow of the candle. The damp smell welcomes me. I am here. Conversations dissipate into muted memories. Good, bad, indifferent. I am here. Weeks ahead doContinue reading “Here.”


In the early hours of the day,spring the secrets of the woodsas its dwellers say hello.That is why I come. And as I gently rock, with a cup in hand,the shadow of the hill recedesso the sun can smile upon the trees.That is why I come. Beneath the conversationthat echoes from all sides,is the softContinue reading “THIS.”