there’s a part of me I don’t understand
there’s a part of me I do
when I think of all the writers in the world
I think ‘who am I’ Continue reading
poets
“Impossible Silence”
it’s hard for a poet to hide
hard for a writer to remain unseen Continue reading
“Heart Poured Art”
lately
I’ve thought of photographers
how the world must look
through the lenses of their hearts Continue reading
Worship Flags and Infinity Scarfs 