Untethered
Echos of Home
Traces
The Distance Within
In a Tree Behind Where my House Used to Stand, a Bird Lays an Egg Without a Nest
I Look for You in the Slippery Edges of my Memory
The World is Blue on the Edges
Weighted
I Carry My Belonging
Letters From my Mother
Shelter of Illusion
Emergence
Holding
Presence
Hidden Away
Captive Flight
The Ground Beneath My Feet
