Poetry Friday
Mornings at Blackwater For years, every morning, I drank from Blackwater Pond. It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt, the feet of ducks. And always it assuaged me from the… Continue reading
Mornings at Blackwater For years, every morning, I drank from Blackwater Pond. It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt, the feet of ducks. And always it assuaged me from the… Continue reading
I had an unsettling experience last weekend in which I had to leave an event I was attending because I felt very uncomfortable. The reason why I left was something quite personal and… Continue reading
Time for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week. These are the posts that have moved me, taught me something, inspired me, and which… Continue reading
The she inside The I I see the you that’s me The we we are the ones we’ll be The she inside the shadow deep Where truth reside and dare not speak Who… Continue reading