(under construction) I am embarking on a journey to do what I’ve always done. Get out of the car, or the train, or the city and find out where I am and who is there. I am doing this in relation to an art project my sister and I are launched on but it’s something […]Read Post ›

Short Story Breathing in Siberia… She had pictures tacked on her wall, some of Mark in fishing gear at Summit Lake and some of him outside the mill when it was still standing. Lately, she’d added news photos from Afghanistan, ripped from magazines and hanging from pushpins. When she drifted off to sleep with the […]Read Post ›