Ancestor Honor
I look out the dream window at the line of my descendants. I’m afraid there may be a cutoff point...
I look out the dream window at the line of my descendants. I’m afraid there may be a cutoff point...
At dawn my wonderment established tender ties between me and a towering eucalyptus. I saw, with awe, the startling shades...
A thousand mangos drop to earth from a single ancient tree. For months I gather from her fallen bounty. How...
The ekphrastic (poem prompted by visual art) exercise was to choose a painting to write from. ...