Morning Dynamite
“Look,” I said to my group-mates, while pointing up with my pole, “that’s where they bombed.”
A Bird, a Plane, and Their Place
I hope the bird found its way out. I hope I do too, eventually. To get where I was going but also to understand existence in a place you’re not supposed to be. For them, the building. For me, the air.
It’s a Five and Maybe Enough
I got here by fist fighting my tendency toward fear. It’s a grinding thing to do, and it is not a battle complete.
First Time, But Up
All the town lights twinkled and sparked. I turned to start up again, towards the line of headlamps. Up the steepest part. Up the throat of the mountain that I get to call home.