On her neck, a sliced bone, relic of an old god. A gift from her uncle before he marched into the mountains and down the gullet of the world. He had bent down to her level to pat her hair; his hand, the size of a wagon, encased her entire head. She felt six fingers … Continue reading Relic of the Mountain
When taking the easy way, we place our goals and dreams high up where we cannot reach them. There are stools and ladders, tools, that can help us go higher. But who has time to search for them? It is easier to walk away, hurting our necks by looking behind us at our dream, until … Continue reading The Easy Way
I'm reading from GRATITUDE: BALTIMORE and hosting a zine making workshop at Red Emma's on March 6, 2019.