In what way are we all pullingfrom the same well?How deep do we goto draw these imagined watersfrom the dank cavernous depths?Each of us born to a body; tattooedby circumstance, that picked you or mewith a will as breezy and carefreeas a change in the wind.The hollow in our heads all cutfrom the same cheap cookie cuttershapes. What happens insidethese boundaries, how you cook itseems … Continue reading The Well by Sean Chapman