Poetry & Prose

The Sandstone Journal

A collection of words & odes to the liminal spaces we inhabit.

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Oh look, it’s the bridge I said I’d cross when I get to it. It’s breakfast, it’s two hours to the deadline to make a decision that could...

Apr 182 min read

I’m terrified that ChatGBT has a hold on our humanity. I think we all are.

Apr 126 min read

I once told someone that snowboarding was my first love. People in the world of outdoor sports understand this because maybe their first...

Apr 43 min read

February sticks out of the calendar like a sore thumb with her oddly shortened days.

Feb 262 min read

The job of a writer is to make the reader feel something. I might want to move you to action or to remind you of a fleeting moment in...

Sep 6, 20244 min read

September is yellow. I don’t know why I know this, but the word is written in cursive script, same shade as the sun that shines most of...

Sep 4, 20242 min read

A Personal Essay // 2019 ROAM Awards Finalist Part I Discovery This is the age of looking through a thousand windows into a thousand...

Oct 30, 20205 min read