Fog, Friend or Foe
It’s 6 Am. The fog wraps an opaque vapor all around our home. The valley below is gone. The city is gone. The mountains are gone. Naked branches pierce the softness. A pair of robins dance on our porch scoping out a nest site.
Mystery In Our Skin
We’re on lock down. You know, the virus thing. Now, I’ve got lots of time to write. But I’ve been fighting the sadness of temporarily closing down the Warrior StoryField to isolate.
Isolate. Really? That’s what we’ve been trying to undo.
Reaching For The Marrow
Two Vietnam medics collaborate on the shape and attitude of the Dragons Talons. Its a lively conversation that lets you see why we love making art together.
We’re Courting Beauty That Ain’t Pretty
So, What is Beauty?
What we find beautiful, as we walk through the woods,
Is the twisted pine, the tortured cypress,
The delicate violet pressing its way through granite
