Category Archives: Creative writing

The love of wood, the smell, the heft whether split or sawn, adzed or planed polished or varnished, raw or painted or stained sanded or milled or bark-on or weathered

Man, when I was a kid I’d, like dream sometimes and there’d be this woman who was so absolutely amazing, like she’d be, just perfect, Man

He’s like I don’t wanna do this no more And she’s like So, I ain’t stoppin’ you: go! And he’s like