Into the haze arms outstretched
The shroud of smoke from the mainland fires is returning. The cigarette-ash grey dome is returning, with its swinging censer of bitter incense, its pewter rinse...
Month: August 2018
I want joy to claim you
I want to write for you the story of redemption, maybe not the story that comes to mind at the word redemption, but the open and flowing and liberating slow dis...