On June, 14th
I wake up to Google’s reminder as if I’d forgetwe were meant to celebrate your birthday, today. For the first time, since you’ve been gone —I approach your Face...
Tag: poem
I Hang The Bird Feeder
seasons are a language I understand.after winter, comes springand then thehatchlingnestlingfledglingflying today,i hang the bird feedernot for the birds but to ...
The Gallerist
At the gallerybeauty & weirdnessjostle for attention;a dare to express If I were a painterwhat would I depict? Strangeness of the worldwe live in or beauty ...