My Morning Bird | 3.14.2021

For Quinn, at 4 years old I hear you up therewhile I’m down here. Your little whispers fill the air,replacing the waves of jazz that brought me down here. The sun rises over the ridgeand fills up the space around us… Through the kitchen windows..Then up the side of the house,over the shed, and upwardtoContinue reading “My Morning Bird | 3.14.2021”

Winter, Specifically Sunrise

“We’re one, but we’re not the same. We got to carry each other…Carry each other…” The way this house was built, the sun will always rise outside of my bedroom window. In proximity, it sits in the gap between the house and my shed, and slowly crawls west. Out past the Brook…Over the Ridge… AndContinue reading “Winter, Specifically Sunrise”