My Poetry
O broccoli, so, broccoli / You disturb my serenity… Read more
We to but one calendar / They to seven did refer… Read more
they think you have no soul Read more
The legion of sweet sacred souls / Who carry on the work of love Read more
This is that day / The Hopi say… Read more
… even weary I Feel a new burst of energy… Read more
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