On leaving Eugene, I began to understand how–and why– we forget.
My newest contribution to A Sense of Place is now up. The fourth in the series, “Where They May Be… Read more Drowned Children and the Kindness of Death
You need a cup of tea or hot cocoa if it’s cold enough (spike it if you’re a Thracian) and… Read more Exclusion and Enchantment
You know you’re doing it right when random street graffiti starts making sense Showing signs from the gods Like distorted… Read more Shadow or Song?