When revisiting my life's anatomy
In waking and more often,
beneath closed lids
Statues rise like charging knights
Read MoreAt times, we all feel like kids at summer camp. As campers, the "mess hall" is where you gather, eat, share stories, and make new messes. This blog is about being stained: the stains we make and the stains that make us—and all the messiness along the way…
When revisiting my life's anatomy
In waking and more often,
beneath closed lids
Statues rise like charging knights
Read More