Tracks I Leave
The tracks I leave are made of words. Behind me, years of poems show my path in a snowy woods....
Poetry Mural on my Street
Enchanted town, Cobbled corner, Magic is your air Your art, your lake And all your people. Magical Ajijic, Sunset...
I Sing the Mystery
I sing until my heart strengthens and I feel my Gone-befores gather ‘round me. In that moment, I know love...
In a Softer Light
In a softer light, my awful faults change like clouds, into something curious, forgivable. In a softer light, the hurts...
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