My Exemplary Mother
Honey-tongued, she could wow us with Shakespeare, or make us howl at I-love-Lucy impersonations. Sharp-tongued, she could slice a...
Honey-tongued, she could wow us with Shakespeare, or make us howl at I-love-Lucy impersonations. Sharp-tongued, she could slice a...
Darkness Mother of Skoteino Cave, down into your velvet cavern we descend. And descend. Here we are, ready to be...
Aloud we remember our dead. As we speak their names at the altar, we pour out our libations. The altar...
I. We are here, dear Gone-Befores, we your descendants at last are here and whole. In your hidden valleys protected...