Unpretzeled
Cheer up, they said. Don’t wish to, she answered. I won’t tone down to align with grumpy, or twist to...
All Through
All through my morning meditation, the barred owl, close, sounds its call. All through, in the distance, Mariachis play Las...
Caravan Dream
The caravan carries us, There is no stopping, we are moving, moving. My mother rides with me. Young and medieval...
How the Flowers
Roses, five of tender yellow against a sprig of forest pine. While centers yet hug close, outer petals dare to...
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