Back to the Dirt

Squatting. Scraping. Scooping. Twisting. Throwing.
Then stomping again. And again.
Back to the dirt.
Clawing at the very ground we’d endangered.
Trying to save the place that had welcomed us.
Unsure if we could.

But we kept trying.

Stomp. Grind. Stomp.

A moment from Underground Echoes: Field Edition.

Underground Echoes, Excerpt

November 17, 2025

The Horizon Began to Turn

Sometimes the break comes fast.
Sometimes you only feel it after the world tilts.

A moment from Underground Echoes: Field Edition.

For seconds: perfection.
Wind filling the suit,
laughter in my throat.
Then a tug. A snap.
The horizon began to turn,
slow at first, then fast—
sky, ground, sky, ground—
until the world blurred to color and sound.