Damp Soil There’s a place at the edge of a clearing where the ground is never dry and you still exist for me Read More
Descent There is solace in gripping with claws outstretched at the smooth slippery walls of the pit Read More
Bonfire But step close to the towering flame and feel the skin of my arms…my face…begin to cook like one would imagine a spit-roasted pig to feel Read More