and what of that shack now that summer has come and gone and with it the rawkus stellar jay i evicted the first of two times i swung open the crooked door in search of forgotten things with what will it be filled by the people i have allowed inside during my impending absence? what … Continue reading In the Nurturing Damp
I Remember the Shack
i remember the shack where inside i would go to remember this world and its white wash of noise erasing the past with a relentless pace i try to remember to return to places so vivid they can't be erased shacks so crooked everything written within leans acrosss the page threatening to fall off the … Continue reading I Remember the Shack
Jonas Lamb 