Heard
Like children who never can get enough my voices clamor for attention. Not all the voices are melodic. Time to...
On the River
Now for awhile my lungs fill and empty like a charm. I sip a cup of tea, its elixir smoothing...
Singing Spillway
I’ve songs inside my throat that never have been sung. I’ve healing spells and magic chants bursting forth in stellar...
Sacred or Profane
Sacred? Or profane, they ask. What earthly beauty is not sacred, and profane. Profane as a yellow primrose greeting you...
