My Poetry
our business is larger than just our survival Read more
I bear the blessing on my cheek Of Sister Helen’s kiss Read more
So of the ordinary let me sing: Forsooth, the flowers grow forever up! Read more
How much alone we all would be With no need to be kind Read more
… It surely must come down to you Because it can’t come down to me Read more
Should I communicate, and in what way?… Read more
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