Old Ones Humming
Here ancient mountains,nearly meet the waters of the lake.Their presence so unwaveringcroons reassuranceto those of us who live on the...
Here ancient mountains,nearly meet the waters of the lake.Their presence so unwaveringcroons reassuranceto those of us who live on the...
a flash fiction travel tale for lonely hearts with low budgets The statue had been missing a long time....
For you, I need no eyes. I let them close to feel the dear surprise of your touch on my...
with thanks for Mary OIiver’s poem, Honey Locust What Oliver said of the bee: “crazy with gratitude, happy as a...