Poetry Mural on my Street
Enchanted town, Cobbled corner, Magic is your air Your art, your lake And all your people. Magical Ajijic, Sunset...
Enchanted town, Cobbled corner, Magic is your air Your art, your lake And all your people. Magical Ajijic, Sunset...
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, 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...