Featured writing:
I’m glad I knew you as you were and as I was
Because we are not friends anymore,
I would not call you my friend
But you’re still in my dreams
Buried in the soil, under rocks, where it’s cool and damp and private
And when I won’t mind dirty hands
I’ll dig you out and look at you more closely
And will find that some memories are best left alone
Untampered and well preserved
Some memories are just memories and nothing more.
My friend (2023)
Outdoor installation, burned wood & string.