…here’s my hand, a ghazal for the year’s turn
sometimes watch your thoughts: leaves floating by on a stream other times, hunt your thoughts down, be a predator the witness knows which thoughts pass, which to devour in winter […]
Six Months of Sunrise: Joyous Feasts of Light
Six months ago come Christmas Day my husband and I moved from our house in the woods in the fold of a stream valley to High Valley. Because of the […]