Sonnets to Orpheus
“Song itself cannot happen with time, without the voice rising and falling away. For is not impermanence the very fragrance of our […]
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The Miracle of Wings
Having no Mecca to turn to, I face the beautiful vastness in front of me. The known and the unknown. The familiar […]
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Pocket Full of Cherry Blossoms
Picked a pocket-full of cherry blossoms on a Saturday after-lunch-walk to sprinkle around the house and then promptly forgot them in my […]
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