Stone

When I think about what it would be like to finally find that face under the mask and never have to wear another one, I feel happy. Except that's not the kind of me I want to be. The kind of me I want to be can be like water so, no matter what I… Continue reading Stone

Dirt

When I was one of those kids teachers talk about after everybody’s left for the day, digging in the dirt was the only thing that made me feel clean enough to inhabit. So there I was, in the grasses behind our back yard, with just my feet sticking out of the earth my cupped little… Continue reading Dirt