Author: Dennis Pond

I was sitting at my desk yesterday, surrounded by a mountain of half-finished paper cranes and crumpled scraps, when I realized I’d done it…

I was sitting at my kitchen table last Tuesday, surrounded by half-finished origami cranes and a mounting pile of laundry, feeling absolutely stifled by…

I was sitting at my kitchen table last Tuesday, surrounded by half-finished paper cranes and a mountain of scrap cardstock, when I caught myself…

I was sitting at my desk yesterday, surrounded by a mountain of half-finished origami cranes, when I realized my meditation cushion had become little…

I was sitting at my kitchen table last Tuesday, surrounded by a mountain of crumpled washi paper and feeling completely defeated by a half-finished…

I was sitting at my desk last Tuesday, surrounded by a mountain of half-finished origami cranes and a stack of journals that felt more…

I was sitting at my desk last Tuesday, surrounded by a mountain of half-folded paper cranes that looked more like crumpled laundry than art,…

I was sitting at my tiny kitchen table last Tuesday, surrounded by half-finished paper cranes and a very lukewarm cup of chamomile tea, feeling…