The Women Singing
The women singing covered me with a quilt of harmony. The Swannanoa River skipped shallow over rocks, bopping a fairy...
The women singing covered me with a quilt of harmony. The Swannanoa River skipped shallow over rocks, bopping a fairy...
My life has taken another turn. Costa Rica was beautiful but I got sick and had to return before the...
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...