the post calvin

In the Dirt

The words didn’t seem so distant from everyday life, from the people who’d small-talk about crops over their coffee.

This is a picture of healing.

I hope a story of adventure is visible in me when the light shines through.

Sometimes I think about the present moment so much that I disconnect from it

I’m not complaining though— even without stuff popping out of the screen, there were more than enough Ds.

By six, the sun was already higher in the sky than it ever reaches in our winters.

I know that I’m a meat-eating, AC-loving hypocrite with an oversized soapbox.

What my heart craved was tangible, and all that I got was virtual.

The first time I drove into the parking lot of my high school as a summer employee rather than a student, I almost threw up.

It feels good to have a growing sense of where I live.