Our Largest Family
When we pull ourselves up from our cosmic roots, we dangle, we dry, we die. Separation from the stars makes...
When we pull ourselves up from our cosmic roots, we dangle, we dry, we die. Separation from the stars makes...
The Pink Moon has me wondering about the uses of poems. I’d like a poem for communion, one just to...
I stop looking at. I close my eyes and know my participation. Being within the scene. Just another earthling, with...
Spinning safely in a vast womb of stars, our Earth holds me like a Lover. I am a seed inside...