At the Turtle Conservation Center
Bending over the edge of the tank I lift my first sea turtle out, carful to place my fingers beneath...
Bending over the edge of the tank I lift my first sea turtle out, carful to place my fingers beneath...
As I sit in this flying machine, I celebrate the musics passing by beneath me: the Philippine Sea, the Yellow...
Two splendid voices from the Temple, intone at 4 AM for an hour. Can a human have any prayer but...
Make a feast of grief, heap your plate with what you’ve lost. Salt it all with tears. The girlfriend you...