TOBY’S SOLILOQUY To think what stands against me still is not the harm of falling…
Tag: poetry
You will ask—name the mushrooms on the grounded log And the anatomies of the shifting clouds. Tell…
Spring Day Blustery breezes, sunshine and sudden shower Banish hoary-handed winter from the land. Burgeoning…
Crossing Places At the crossing places when the river is still and ghosts untangle themselves…