Before rising I heard the eastward morning sun. Melting the last deep April snow into rivers. What a bit of light can do to make the...

We spend so much time screaming across imaginary lines. So consumed by emotions and ideals that we cannot get out of our own way to do...

The day I was born I fought back. Crammed up as high as I could go with my back against the light. I wonder if I knew then. But in the...