Michelle Marks

I happened upon a map making process to the sanctuary that is my heart.  An undertaking rather arduous, holy, and tender.  The craft is one that requires humbling revisions to …

I am not an untended house.  Not a place of dreams that will sit and wither.  Not something for later. Or one day.  I am not a project.  Not a …

I couldn’t explain what it feels like to endure I can only feel it. The feeling of soft skin that is more vulnerable than I want to withstand. The feeling …