The thing I most want to remember is how it feels to kneel on damp…
Category: poems
Goddess of the sacred pause please grant me the courage to lay aside swiftness and…
This morning birdsong filled the air in a patterned chorus raised above the grinding notes…
May the sunset cloak of shorter days enfold you May you dance with the patterns…
Part 1: The Question It is October, the veil is thin the year is waning…
“[People] need real moments of solitude and self-reflection to balance out how much of ourselves…
