I am out with lanterns, looking for myself
I was walking on top of the river levee one morning in early December, before the solstice. The river was looking healthy and full despite our years of drought, but [...]
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Poetic License
When I feel sad disconnected unsure of where I belong I invite the poet in. She will remember the soft yellow-gray belly of the mocking bird vibrating as he [...]