Some days one just holds on.
Too cold to stay out and sketch-
or safe in my warm aerie-
or in place of a poem that won’t write-
listening to Carrie Newcomer-“And how we live between the words…”
Kindred Spirits
Angel in the dust
Some days one just holds on.
Too cold to stay out and sketch-
or safe in my warm aerie-
or in place of a poem that won’t write-
listening to Carrie Newcomer-“And how we live between the words…”
Kindred Spirits
Angel in the dust
