You Can’t Live in an Echo
There’s a version of methat still lives here,barefoot and unfinished,thinking the past is somethingyou can step back intoif you take … Continue reading You Can’t Live in an Echo
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Reflections on the Willamette
I walk towards the river, the night behind me is too close, too loud, too heavy. The silence the … Continue reading Reflections on the Willamette
Chestnut Cowboy 