With tattered remnants left over by those more skilled and with better patterns to guide them, I tailor a self a calico, constructed of sackcloth and ash …… Read more “Remnants”
Tag: Poetry
Or Forever Hold Our Peace
I slippedon a peal of your sweet laughterand fell into happily ever after the landthat we know doesn’t really existin timethrough our mutual love-clouded mist We’d seeThrough disbelieving tears of…… Read more “Or Forever Hold Our Peace”
The Big Picture 