Category Archives: Deer Man

I go to the Wellspring on hands and knees. I cannot lift myself up. I am heavy. My palms press into the dirt, the small rocks biting. I hear the Wellspring, the delicate splashing, but cannot lift myself to her. … Continue reading →

There is light in the wood, I can see through the trees. I still stand holding Deer Man’s hand. I am everywhere at once. The bear climbs a tall pine and makes it sway. I stretch all the way back … Continue reading →

We are on the far shore, deep in the green, standing still. We have come to a place of not moving. There is no clear path ahead, the green is all a tangle. I sense the river behind me, but … Continue reading →