Bright as Birth
Eleven in the morning on a Sunday and I have been alive for 77 years plus some. Is this the...
Eleven in the morning on a Sunday and I have been alive for 77 years plus some. Is this the...
Upside down and all around. Orientation fades, time to see from my feet, and let my brain rest on Gaia,...
Across eight centuries of time, Hildegard of Bingen flies into me, uplifts the voice of me. Her music brings me...
We all are grieving though so many hide it underneath our anger and our numbness. But we cannot heal from...