Sitemap - 2020 - The Sharpener
"she got to her name: it was 'She Sang'"
"The wind clicks around to the north."
"The glint of light on broken glass."
"When ecstasy is inconvenient"
"Each end of the street as the edge of the world."
"How beautiful are the retired flowers!"
Craft: Digging into the pit of the self
"Down into the pit of the self"
"From still-reachable centers"
"The apples, Bill, the apples!"
Craft: Questioning and configuring silence
"What we feel most has no name"