Living loved or driven…..

I wrangled out a post yesterday, pushed it through the sieve of some sleepless hours and tried to coax some juice to share. Because it was time and I wanted to find the lovely and serve it to you here. Then I dumped it in the trash because it felt forced, driving me,  and then I felt…

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Of treasure and need….

This is for your hungry places, where  the cold fingers of need creep up through your thin-worn soles, and you feel small against the bluster of a wind that would slice right through. For the places where you go mostly alone, hunted down by fear that raises stiff the hairs on your neck, the kind of fright that preys on perception…

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