The Hermitage
(for Ray) There is a place that knows moon sun sea where skies weave tapestries with adachiite vigils indicolite lauds elbaite vespers nard balsam myrrh inebriate…
(for Ray) There is a place that knows moon sun sea where skies weave tapestries with adachiite vigils indicolite lauds elbaite vespers nard balsam myrrh inebriate…
It’s June again and the tide’s rising as a pod of silvered monodon flash like a remnant on the Atlantic. Pen in hand, I contemplate the photo…
I have no utensils, not a blanket. At one point I was given sheets by local people, but I gave them to a pregnant women. We feel…
I At the end of a clear blue day, entwined honeysuckle & jasmine stamens lust for tasting, the hour loneliness lay open to the sky. You came…