Bridge to Nowhere
What do you do with a bridge when the river moves? A few years ago, I stumbled on a photo of a bridge in Honduras. The bridge spanned...
Bridge to Nowhere
Things Unseen...
Demons for Tea...
My Frayed Fabric of Fairness...
Flipping the Pile...
Locating North...
Connecting Dots...
The Secret Office...
Digging and Gnawing...
The Direction of My Grain...
The Wattage of My Heart
Ice Breaking Beneath My Feet...
Breathing Like Stone...