An Ode To The Woman Who Calls Herself Ordinary
She walks often, almost daily, takes a well-known path through an open park, then a tree-lined street back to her home. She walks through every season; she gr...
She walks often, almost daily, takes a well-known path through an open park, then a tree-lined street back to her home. She walks through every season; she gr...
Dented, squat, aluminum cylinder, with a flat handle the length of a child’s forearm. It hangs on a nail beside a five-gallon crock of well water that sits on...
We formed a circle around a small fire,we sat cross-legged, listening to the lake,someone had a guitar, someone passed out candles, we sang softly, our faces ...