And it is Good

Recent Posts

Descendent, O Father Auklet, The Spring Season bird knows land For a little while. Click. Click . Click. click click click...

I wish this depression would lift I sift through thoughts that drift  Trying to believe that breath is a gift Gripping the sheets  ...

Maiden, yonder upmost Tallest Tower, enGlen’d + Spinning Beauty, ne’er fair’ than earthen rarities as cold, wet clay...