Luckily – videopoem
A rustle in the tall grass a few feet away from where I bent and weeded. The rabbit froze, oval...
A rustle in the tall grass a few feet away from where I bent and weeded. The rabbit froze, oval...
The life arising from your dying leaves an imprint in the air, the way, after a concert, I carry the...
When the words disappear, what shall I do, what shall I do? When the words disappear All I want...
This photo by Xill Fessenden looks to me like Mama Gaia, Quantum Creator of every color and shape of...