On soft, insistent questioning of the muse February 27, 2024 | 36 Comments | Poetry, Present-Day Poems You might not consider me swift because realm of words has an easy and unhurried pace; its beauty unspoiled, is as though a rose […]
All fragrance irrefragably leads to him February 15, 2024 | 21 Comments | Poetry, Present-Day Poems Here we are with wildflowers rising; seeming as weeds to the causal eye that is, until the time comes for them to bloom, […]
