
- Jul 11
of little books and summer
my dear friend, Sometimes we hibernate in the warm weather—hiding from sunshine and leaves rather than hiding from winter. Sometimes the...

- Apr 19
for those of us who weep in spring
my dear friend, Spring comes, and oh how it comes and swirls the stagnant waters of our souls with sweet sunshine, fresh sprigs of green,...


- Mar 31
little books of tears
my dear friend, Do you like poems? Do you feel intimidated by poetry? I have felt intimidated by poetry before. Despite being an English...