Evolving Fiction

I don’t know if I do “let go”. How do you let go of a part of you? How do you let go of something that has shaped you? No, I don’t think...

I don’t look for rocks any more. I don’t see stones shining in the sun. I don’t pluck them to bring them home. Maybe it’s because it’s...

Into the depths, that's where you'll find your truest friend. As I siphon through the emotional outpouring of my mind, I find two things...