Bounty
This is the day I am given. Filling my vision, geraniums’ orange-red. Was ever a color so certain? What else,...
This is the day I am given. Filling my vision, geraniums’ orange-red. Was ever a color so certain? What else,...
Darkness is the hidden place where women find the strength to birth. Now humanity is birthing, the surge of labor’s...
When he walked by, it seemed the singing was emitted, not from his throat, but from a globe of sound...
I honor your life, I honor your passing, I say, when they flow by my house on the way to...