Freedom’s Will
A lemon cottage clung to grassy swell as yellow lolly dripped on lime green knoll, secluded but for lone unfettered soul an arabesque engraved, spirit Giselle. Once peasant girl, ill-fitted …
A lemon cottage clung to grassy swell as yellow lolly dripped on lime green knoll, secluded but for lone unfettered soul an arabesque engraved, spirit Giselle. Once peasant girl, ill-fitted …
My sheets are set to catch the winds of light among the whirl of stars through which I sail where no horizons rise against my sight. I’m borne along in …
We watch the fog sweep silver brush across the greenboard mountains– left behind? The questions unerased. Have those mountains been misplaced? And is the sun now blotted out or does …
Although I am, I do not feel alone. I’ve climbed the trail to greet my welkin gods and leave them tokens on the altar stone: catalpa seeds inside a fresh, …
At four a.m. the minions climb upon their sleeping beast: They clean away the soot and grime, each sleeve and axle greased. In steely bowels they nurse its fire, …