The First Turning
The Wool Blanket Returns
–-This poem reflects on the return of a wool blanket as autumn nights grow colder, where cedar scent, rain at the window,…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on the return of a wool blanket as autumn nights grow colder, where cedar scent, rain at the window,…
Late Fall Brew
–—this poem lives in that liminal space, the practice round, where you rehearse thankfulness the way one rehearses a difficult truth; softly,…
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