Hello and warmest greetings, my dear digital friends. Come race me ’round the Maypole while the snowflakes fly! ❄️ ❄️ After reading this week’s poem,
still wet from light
Welcome, my digital friends. Won’t you join me graveside, on a soft summer morning, where something beautiful is transpiring? 🦋 After reading this week’s poem,
nine psalms
Greetings and be everso welcome, my dear invisible friends. Join me for some haunted childhood memories, sitting on the davenport, listening to the Beatles’ Revolution
the urgency of becoming
Hey there, dearest invisible friends. Welcome to my virtual briar patch full of bunnies, blackberries, and becoming. Long sleeves highly advised – the brambles can
by memory of light
Come join us, my dearest ethereal friends. Let us commune with the spirits of W.B. Yeats, W.H. Auden, and, of course Dylan Thomas, around the
the gospel according to Sbarro
Welcome to the mall – not the lovely open-air consumer villages that we shop in these days. Oh no. I’m talking about the three-story, recycled-air,
figure eights
Welcome to a snowy little winter haven. Let us float away on snowflakes and madeleine crumbs to Combray. Pay a wee visit to Proust. Shall
a bruised bouquet
Be welcome, my dear digital friends. And for those of you who celebrate – Happy Easter! 🐰 And for those of you who do not