Secure Attachments
waiting for stillness
Dance Vine
Permeability
Predation
The Night House
True North
The long fall
This is the first half of a love letter
Lolo
for the nights we travel
This house
back seat driving
there it is.
i still can't believe it...
baby birds.
Rave on, good people, rave on.
Maybe I lied...
lay your weary head here...
it. has been. a month.
"we're building a castle"
If Light Closed its Eyes
Performance at the prison:
dancing the horizon
reach toward the window
A Jewish Badger named Sid
