No Digging
In the cold light of a new day, everything seems vulnerable. I am not used to the cold. Dealing with it is...
Reconstruction
Fifteen years ago, maybe sixteen years ago, my father and I unpacked this table saw and began to assemble it...
Keys and Memories
It was a random find in my dad’s desk. Initially, I assumed I knew where the keys would fit and what...
Comparison
The shop was silent, except for the sounds of my creation. The setting was the same as it had been for...
Transformers
Power lines run through my life. Often in the form of friends, the power that drives my life goes beyond...
Dirty and Stained
Life is not always pretty. The experiences of pain and angst are everywhere one looks. Hidden beneath the surface are the dirty...