From Mystery Cave
Learned Too LateDon’t wait for it to happen,by then, it already has.Already, bones turned to dust,the ash of who I …
Learned Too LateDon’t wait for it to happen,by then, it already has.Already, bones turned to dust,the ash of who I …
TollThe wind rolls free for the taking.Jack pines complain, clouds curdle.The sun is a cardboard cutout,and we are silhouettes on …
I came across this poem by Pat Schneider, The Patience of Ordinary Things, and I want to share it with …
Knit 1 Purl 1The strands we weave to create the Life we have.They are corded by intimate familiarity,the conduit, braided …