Glass Jar by James Scott Smith, from the collection The Expanse of all Things After the divorce and in the throes, I walked along the beaches of Southern California sunset after sunset. I collected stones and shells that I have kept in a hand blown glass jar I found...
Mystic by James Scott Smith, from the collection The Expanse of all Things If you are one the wild God wants for his own. If you are drawn into the silence, near the bottom, along the edges. If you have borne up under some great catechism and now are released...
