I tell stories from life fragments -
arranging reality flat upon the page
until it shows signs of order.
Recently, the process has been here in this public space.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Peter the squirrel turned his body to face the wind. As the cool fall breeze combed his fir against his skin, he became lost in his own thoughts. For a moment, closing his eyes, he felt himself become invincible, existing as pure white light.