Regard the Fair Crone
From high windows bending light in every direction down the old stone hallway, rainbows dance, refracted by canny imperfections of...
From high windows bending light in every direction down the old stone hallway, rainbows dance, refracted by canny imperfections of...
If you didn’t live in my flesh, you would not hear the singing of the birds. When I run, don’t...
Let me come present, here, where I’ve planted my body; now, when I’m breathing this breath. Let me make room...
Rolling rolling, what do the dice of the day, say? It doesn’t matter anymore. If it’s a four, or if...