Silent Passage
(After a catamaran cruise through the AurlandsFjorden, Norway) The passage washed me of the past. The fjord’s steep walls pushed...
(After a catamaran cruise through the AurlandsFjorden, Norway) The passage washed me of the past. The fjord’s steep walls pushed...
Everywhere I look for hours from the window of the train, I see her gushing beauty roaring down unstoppable. Everywhere...
I see a four-limbed Mama doing a headstand. Am I staring upwards? Or are these giant roots. She has...
I honor the resting time, praising invisibility and trust. I gather courage to emerge, preparing myself to wax. I pray...