Sep 22nd

Horses

During the night, horses passed close to our parked van. Inside I woke cold under the sleeping bag,...

Sep 22nd

Bridges hold the skeleton key to the city.

Sep 22nd

There is this tissue of a dress soaking the whiteness of the...

Sep 22nd

Sep 22nd

Begin

This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me — The simple News that Nature told — With...

Sep 18th