This morning, as I dressed my Pearl, the tunic became stuck on her face for a split second before pulling gently over her sweet nose and into its proper spot on her shoulders. Her face let me know what she... Continue Reading →
"APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised... Continue Reading →
Breeding Lilacs 