Browsing: Picks

There was a day in mid-Spring, so lovely, With everything now growing once again. I told her, we must go…

In these dreams, the breeze smells like spring, bridesmaids wear yellow, she kisses me gentle and pink. In these mornings,…

One day I flew away And what did I see? Lamp posts plastered with election manifestos Crisping at the edges…

In shadows deep where doubts reside We feel the ache, we think with pride A dance of light and dark…

We are travelers on one spinning shore, Carved from clay by the same unseen hand. No crown was placed on…