In a Softer Light
In a softer light, my awful faults change like clouds, into something curious, forgivable. In a softer light, the hurts...
In a softer light, my awful faults change like clouds, into something curious, forgivable. In a softer light, the hurts...
As if I were a cloistered nun in that Carmelite convent in Iowa, the one that turned me down at...
One summer in the 1990’s at a Spiritualist Camp in Wisconsin, I worked as a Medium. Was I a Medium?...
Presente, an ekphrastic poem on Jinete de la Noche, silkscreen print by Pat Apt She speeds on a flaming...