Trigger Warning: If you’ve recently lost a pet, you may not wish to read any farther. This entry explores grief … Continue reading On Most Days: Remembering the Dingo
A patch of darkness overhead Hemmed in by the fleece Of high-flown clouds Shows a dim star or two. … Continue reading The Lilies of the Field
I have no great love. Shall I invent them, Give breath and life, Bad habits and flaws To a phantom? … Continue reading Who Owns the Deep?
The leaping is only the first step. Not a conquering of fear, But the acceptance that Different rules now apply. … Continue reading Paradigms: a poem