Letter from the frontier
I’m told that back home in the city where libraries once held books to be read, a few fertile are left to be widespread for masters and wives, to be […]
I’m told that back home in the city where libraries once held books to be read, a few fertile are left to be widespread for masters and wives, to be […]
With strawberried lips, solsticed in hunger we sip elder-scent birdsong grass-dancing infinite dusk endlessly stretching to dawn Soon it’s midsummer and here is a short poem for dVerse OLN — […]
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
the woes and dreams of a twenty-something with too many feelings
Now we see through a glass, darkly
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rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
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