I lay on top of the city for perspective and stared down the stars as they became real as I rolled kicking and crying down the slope where I found the ground and couldn’t run for the dizziness.Read More
I focus on the itch until it goes away or gets worse.
Thumbnail: Kate Doyle. Bad Nora. 2012.Read More
Running the gauntlet of homesickness every vegetable comes from red earth, the haze over the city strange from ground-level. The word for fog is learned in doodled golden bridges.Read More