Scattered bones
Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth (Psalm 141.7) When the poplar is burl free, you can sig...
Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth (Psalm 141.7) When the poplar is burl free, you can sig...
Mercy and truth are met together; righteousness and peace have kissed each other. Truth shall spring out of the earth; and righteousness shall look down from he...
I can light a Red Bird match on the back of this netbook, hold it to the Monte Cristo in my teeth while reading Bronwen Wallace’s poetry, sit semi-clothed...
Two poems (and pictures) by Wendy Morton. Thank you Wendy! SKY EAGLE You fly, with sunset wings, over the lemon balm, over the mint and oregano, over the ...