For Vera, on my 34th birthday
The ancestral journey is not glamorous. It is slow. It is hard. It is elusive and mysterious. It is rainy and cold, and full of crumbling...
Poetry for the Frozen Soul: Thawing the Human Spirit
PRAYERS FROM THE HEART OF WINTER Body, cold Heart, where are you Grief, buried deep Sisters, hear me. Snow, falling Words, failing Tears,...