Can you move on, beyond doubt? Askant of a shimmurring sky: is this me, is…
Category: creative writing
She was born to know the water. Although she always knew, that she was below…
UNSHARPENED PENCILS – by Phillipe Chatelain For the longest I never wrote in pencil. It…
(Voice Recording dated May 1884. Location: Soothsayer Plantation, Stann Creek, Georgia) I weaved ‘round de…