In the Shelter of the Night
That night when I was ten, I danced in summer dark outside my grandma’s gazebo. Warm air caressed my skin...
Created by the Dreamers
I can almost cut a hole in the air to open a door, from here into there. I can nearly...
Standing Stones
You are so new! whisper the sacred stones. Around the outside I walk, shy in my rookie status, a tiny...
Dancing the Planet
Please enjoy my poem from this week’s We’Moon 2021 datebook, and join me in becoming one of the “transmitters of...
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