An Open Letter to My Mother

Dearest Ma, I hope this letter finds you well. I just wanted to thank you for lending me the smallest brotherski for these past several weeks. It was very nice while it was around. Unfortunately, however, I appear to have lost it. Tragically. It was somewhere in section 29 of the Pinhoti Trail. On a…

Only occasionally small mallets

It spins about softly in my hands, and I grasp it firmly- just so- as the clouds wring themselves dry through the clear windowpane. Sometimes it is hard to see the shape of a thing at first, and so you wait, all quiet, to see what it should become. Sometimes you must knock small bits…

Shoes?

I have constructed an opinion poll in my head. So… wearing hiking boots kills my soul. I have known this for years. Upon leaving for this trip, I thought to myself, Self, is now the first time you start wearing hiking boots? No. That answer is no. Having existed as close to barefoot as possible…