Go Down to the River
If I push the blankets off, leave my bed, and walk out the bedroom door it's just 15 paces to the hearth. From there it's 10 paces out...
Intentions and ramblings and letters for you.
This blog is a collection of memoir style essays meant to deliver high saturation vignettes and vivid sensory experiences. A place where writing can witness to life and to living. A toast to the pursuit and practice of Chasing Down Expression.