

Standing in The Burn Pile
There is something about ashes and the remains of a fire in the woods that interests me. I am not exactly sure what it is, but the...


Taking My Stories on a Walk
Places. Places hold stories. I find it fascinating that we often do or say things, on a what appears to be a whim, but turn out to reveal in


"No One Owns The Circle..."
'No one owns the circle..." Poem by Beth Adoette