Singing in Annelinde’s Living Room
Like a quilt, the women’s voices covered me. They knew all the words and melodies. New in the nest,...
Like a quilt, the women’s voices covered me. They knew all the words and melodies. New in the nest,...
A well in my garden, tiles all glazed green and gleaming around the perfect circular form rising as high as...
Can’t you hear it crackling? Blame hides fire inside. The flame flicks outwards. You! Her! Them! Not me. The heat...
For Andi McKenna with Love Disappeared from earth, her voice, fierce and true. A voice without apology or artifice,...