High Summer
First Early Leaf
–-This poem reflects on the first early leaf of late summer, a gentle reminder that even at the height of abundance, change…
High Summer
–-This poem reflects on the first early leaf of late summer, a gentle reminder that even at the height of abundance, change…
Late Fall Brew
–—the light feels paper-thin now, and every exhale looks like something trying to escape This cup is for what rises and doesn’t…
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