Owlsquatch Chronicles


It’s a time that feels so long ago,When you’d grab my hand, pulling me down the trail,Desire to share your discovery glowing behind your eyes in the morning sun. Days spent with minds and arms tangled in the kitchen,Ingredients and instructions shouted over the melodies filling the air,Hips bumping me away from the counter, because I’m chopping entirely wrong. Evenings gathered around a table too small,Nearly tipping your beer as you reach… Read More