You can talk blue sky as long as you want, •
the rivers can ramble, the heart can break, Continue reading →
Demanding more, we force the light to flee •
this lie, this notion of great to greater. Continue reading →
sweater, fleece, and socks. make the coffee. •
toaster counts the minutes. Pour the first cup.
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These seem to work better than those little Bernina sheaths. Just sayin’.
While here in my dreamtide I’m hearing hill waters
The laughter of streams by the Cuillins of home Continue reading →
Compared to what we ought to be, we are only half awake.
