A Knock crisp welcoming voice of the wrenhow her incantations I long to hearbut she placed her voice in a boxher color, joy, and song buried near wailing calls soft, tiny bulbs hoist sailoak tree slain by a dismal, frail windroots glisten in the sun, a forest-sickmy body dismantled, like my friend To continue reading,…
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“Flicker Of Sun In Winter” Now Live On MasticadoresUSA
nature calls moss curls beneath fledgling toes trees whisper tales of new saplings her name ricochets off her bark sap ascends birds indulge flavorful nectar sitten on statuesque willow oak, she listens To read the rest of this post, please go to MasticadoresUSA. Thank you, Barbara, for this publication. Barbara will review my new book,…
My Sword Now Live On MasticadoresPhilippines
I am a soul that spirals within the languid cylindrical cavity of a flute. Fragrances pass through me, caressing my heart like a compassionate breeze that carries earth’s gifts. Through the eyes of a bee, I forage for sweet tenderness lost in the rough concrete of my childhood home. Fear, pain, and sorrow lay a…
