On Filaments and Firmaments
Every night when Lady Lunabeams across the wooded steepafter daily clamor dwindlesand the children fall asleepEmma comes to tend the …
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The Magic of Place
We watch the fog sweep silver brush across the greenboard mountains– left behind? The questions unerased. Have those mountains been …
Ghosts of Spanish Cathedral Ruins
It is the charge of time to steal the grace of architects, For man to breathe in crumbling works the …