Category: Writing
The Room With Too Much Light
The old world had offered me obligations instead, arriving in two brief messages that asked nothing outright but promised, in their brevity, that more would eventually be asked.
What the Kettle Doesn’t Know
“So,” she said, looking into the cup like she might find the answer to something in it. “It’s out there now.”
The First Ordinary Day.
Two words this time, not four, but they carried a different kind of weight — less instructive, more like she was simply marking the occasion the way you’d mark a date on a calendar, making sure it existed somewhere outside just my own head.
The Shape of Quiet.
Coffee comes before words, always. This is not a rule I decided on consciously so much as a rule that decided itself, the way certain habits do when you repeat them enough times that they stop being habits and become simply what a day is made of.
Mankato Reconciliation Healing and Horse Ride Comes to New Ulm.
The Makato Reconciliation Healing and Horse Ride is a community-led event focused on healing, remembrance, and reconciliation between Indigenous and non-Indigenous peoples. The ride brings [Read More…]
Fringe of Shadows
Fringe Of Shadows!! living in the shadows, walking the edges of life—always the fringe,where neon drowns slow in rainand names abrade to lint in a [Read More…]
Eternal Love, Taking Our Time
We laugh until night forgets its chime, Taking our days as though the world stood stillEach fleeting breath become a song in timeA gentle vow [Read More…]
Epic Pathways
I have walked through cities that speak in stone —where cathedrals hum beneath the soles of your feetand alleyways remember names you’ve never said aloud.Each [Read More…]
Across the Veil of Memory
I saw something move in your eyes when I spoke your name—not a glance, not a trick of light,but a quiet recognition neither of us [Read More…]
Sayonara
My tears are unstoppable I want to see you! Look! Spring is just like those days so long ago. Hey, have to say good bye [Read More…]
