who says it’s all sun and gold spangling our waters here? or history outlives itself? there’s blood-and-bones rioting at the...
posca pens on paper 8.3 X 11.7 inches have you ever sat on those steps and waited a lifetime for your...
let’s let winds batter these reeds and brambles about ; let’s just watch birds...
why a broken cage?why a heart that loops and tumbles………………..like swallows at sundown?why the ache?why the ache?why the ache?why the heft of mountains?why the mountain rock?why an evening sun...