Monthly Archives: March 2022

when the world’s gone mad {again}, but wildflowers still rise

parched , we stretch our palms in prayer, in praise and raise (our kids, our roofs, our voices) into something hopefulmore, some ivory starplace restored, astark white sky-scribbled in clouds.  we scratch soul algorithms into trees,some fragment faith some papered hum.  :: It’s Quadrille Monday over at … Continue reading

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