The Family Heirloom
“Why words, when they’re so slippery?” Whisperings find me standing At the bridge — Squinting through light and darkness To see what’s left to hold as tra...
“Why words, when they’re so slippery?” Whisperings find me standing At the bridge — Squinting through light and darkness To see what’s left to hold as tra...
There is a harmony in autumn, and a lustre in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!” ~ Per...