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I wish it were winter. I wish the earth was frozen, all of life encrusted with ice. No expectations of buds and blooms. No demands for participation in…

Aug 18, 2023 •

It’s been a good, long while. I am here now, but not transcribing a letter I have written to Mila as I have in other entries. I haven’t written her many…

Oct 21, 2022 •

and thoughts on our relationship as it lives on

Feb 23, 2022 •

untitled short story

Feb 19, 2022 •

a deer in headlights

Mila's biography

Feb 1, 2022 •

Yesterday I made a bargain with the forest. I would return, body bare, open. Not a shirt to shield my skin against the sun. No pants to keep the blood…

Jan 29, 2022 •

into and out of

Jan 25, 2022 •

When a policeman comes to your door {make it two} When two policemen come to your door Rigid black hats tucked under their arms Do not answer Leave it…

Jan 17, 2022 •

Flowers For Mila

Flowers For Mila

My daughter has left this world. Onto another. I am here, left to excavate what beauty I can in the debris of excruciating loss. My writing. Her writing. Wildflowers and the wilds. My raw and unedited offerings to my great love.

Flowers For Mila

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