The Smoke That Follows
Consider first the innocent flame born of the cross-sparks between our gazes. Consider second that kisses can ignite cotton. Then …
Tag: Gregory James
A Lap Around the Pond
Some days I’m just padding along loving every smell then I hear an off-color bark and something animal inside me …
A Song of Waking
What voices sing “Here comes the Spring!”? Whose wispy chatter, tart and gay, awakens each and everything? Who fills this …