The rustling of the sugarcane leaves is a strange and unsettling noise. It does not sound like corn stalks. It’s heavier, darker and markedly lonely. It moves seemingly from the middle out. Often you can not see where the movement starts in the field, you can be right in front of the rows and hearContinue reading “The Darkness of Sugar, (a ghost story)”
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Ritual
The day felt different. The dark crept up on us much quicker than we were used to, but it was most welcome. This day had always been my favorite, the crisp air, the woodsmoke, the gracefully dying leaves. They all work together in both seen and unseen ways to bring about the change, or perhapsContinue reading “Ritual”
Words that must be heard 