Pulling Down a Wall
There is a wall I’ve made inside myself I haven’t looked beyond it now for years I feel the stones...
There is a wall I’ve made inside myself I haven’t looked beyond it now for years I feel the stones...
When a season changes its rhythm – like a snow in summer, or like this morning, in our dry season’s...
Through the screen I see one of the towhee pair mincing and scolding on my outdoor table. Hardly awake I...