July 28, 2021August 1, 2021"Short Story", Collecting the soil..., I was there..., Moments of Life, Nature 209. for the mother robin How can we eat meat? I ask, as the hawk’s talons clasp the writhing bird. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
February 4, 2021February 5, 2021Collecting the soil..., Daily Haiku, To the Masters 35. for W.B. Yeats Beyond the breeze-chopped lakes, past reticent trees: our inner Innisfrees. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
