One time when I was young my father asked me to help him in the shop by sanding some wood. I began sanding the board against the grain. When my Dad barked at me for it I threw the sanding block down and never helped him again. So perhaps it’s fitting that for the past thirteen years my work has focused almost exclusively on the natural beauty of wood.
But Nothing Is
How does one measureenough-ness? Existingas the sum ofallone would ever need?I can littleascertainfor myself if even Isuffice
It is a feelingintangible as etheronly...
WHERE HAVE ALL THE PEOPLE GONE?
Another December,Another end of the roadAs I look around and wonder,Where have all the people gone?
Tucked in tighter to...
