New World Dream
…they shall beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks;nation shall not lift up sword against nation; neither shall the...
…they shall beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks;nation shall not lift up sword against nation; neither shall the...
Faces blaze white then fade. Angels weep.A shell has fallen on a graveyard. A grandmother and grandfather are wandering through ruins like spectres. The dust ...
There’s a rock the size of an armchair high up on Holland Creek. It rests, touching the water, beside a slow bend, down from a granite ledge. It’s a proper hi...
All loves are bodily. I read these words and they strike within, a deep note of truth. Something entirely comprehensible, when, as a childI ran through green ...