Poem: What the waters know
Youth walks where the earth remembers In the quiet, they bend to the soil, not planting, but listening. Water returns first as a whisper, a … read more >
Youth walks where the earth remembers In the quiet, they bend to the soil, not planting, but listening. Water returns first as a whisper, a … read more >
Way back yesterday In the glow of night time fires We sat around steamy bowls Carving up mounds of foo foo Then dipping our hands … read more >