Words to
be felt.
Two books from the same ongoing exploration. Pain, process, peace, and the ordinary experience of being here.
The Signal Fire
Fragments from Pain, Process, and Peace.
I wrote this book to be felt.
Read a passage / The mask
The mask isn’t something you wear. It’s something that grows inside you. Like fluid, thick and warm— filling the hollow parts of your face. A quiet inflammation. Gelatin behind the eyes. It clogs your voice. Muffles your breath. Blurs your vision of everything that matters.
The 98%
Life doesn’t take place in the novel. It takes place in the mundane.
Stillness, fear, joy, listening, discipline, and the parts of life we so often overlook.
Read a passage / The 98%
The 98% is not measured by what people see. It’s measured by receipts you keep within yourself. The 98% is Tuesday. Not because it’s special. Because it isn’t.