Living With Myself written by: Allison Grayhurst @AGrayhurst   How many years before I arrive (guided as I am) to the cliff, before I accept the fear, this view as only a snake protecting my yard or as a way to keep me ringing the bell? When was the last time a stranger altered my octave, drove me, drum, drum at the heels of some extreme belief? This flesh is like oil paint that only sanding can clean. My path … Continue reading Living With Myself