The Quietly Singing Thing
When aloneness looms like a giant shadow on the ceiling, when it windmills its wings and it screams in both...
When aloneness looms like a giant shadow on the ceiling, when it windmills its wings and it screams in both...
Cleanse Me of Certainty The river is swirling, swirling. The banks are far from my sight. The fast waters frighten...
(Marie Lafayette Himley Sartori, 97) Her Abiding Gift Marie, beautiful baby born ninety-seven years ago, I welcome you again to...
When the rains came down, I had a front row seat. While I watched, agog, from under a beach palapa,...