Epistle: On Rekindling a Sense of Awe
hear the sigh,beholder of beauty!something not-quite of spring has sprung,even when crocus lies dormant.beAm of light—a fleeting sunlight.though heart is eager ...
hear the sigh,beholder of beauty!something not-quite of spring has sprung,even when crocus lies dormant.beAm of light—a fleeting sunlight.though heart is eager ...
1. February’s redeeming quality is not the expensive love flying off the shelves. But Mother Nature as she stands poised, and landscape spellbound by the love s...
The trajectory of poets interests me. Poetry has evolved over the centuries. But are poets better off today financially than their 19th century counterparts, fo...