Boundaries and Belonging
How many cells make my heart? (As well care to know how many angels on a pin). I’d rather become...
The Power of Collective Sorrow
I am crying again. I know that you cry too, As part of life within the sphere of Gaia, how...
Woven into the Fabric
Woven into the fabric, I can’t fall out. Coral softnesses called petals, bring their scent divine called rose – It...
Preferring What’s Here
The right chair. Cushioned. Not too straight. Not too low to the table. Ideally in a corner, facing outwards. Not...
