The Winding Line
Deja vu, a pound in the head, the high ringing, then a silent silent world inside – these signals pass me through the gate to a frontier, making me a free roaming agent who is not … Read more
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Rainy May Day
The rain is falling gently today upon the tulips, daffodils, dandelions, and lamb’s quarters. I feel susceptible to a nap, seeing as my baby is napping and I’m watching the water fall out of the sky and … Read more