A Poem for the Queen on the Summer Solstice: What do I see, up here with my bird’s eye? Acres of trying & failing & trying again. Long, constant rivers of ideas. I see paths worn deep, leading to temples with roofs shining and cemeteries for what used to be. Snowy …
Poetry
Break on Through
I'm a Dark Half kinda gal. Bring on longer nights, cooler temps, scarves, and firewood piles. Give me that Dreamtime, that mystical lens, that rich subconscious realm. I love the Dark Half; September to March is when I'm feelin' GOOD. But first. Before I get to plunk down in front of …
