These Whales
These whales, laid-back, blending grey in Pacific waves, glide alongside our panga, unruffled, buoyed by deep trust. What are they...
These whales, laid-back, blending grey in Pacific waves, glide alongside our panga, unruffled, buoyed by deep trust. What are they...
I think it’s true, my whole purpose this time around, to let it all out, the joy. They told me...
Did I see it? The heavenly body burned its fastball path down the dawn sky, past my ken. I stood...
Astronomers called it empty until the Hubble discovered, in that patch of sky– ten thousand galaxies. What else in front...