Mouse Feet
Teeny-tiny mouse feet run along my ceiling in rapidly fluttery pitty-pats God’s dimension is so vast all the ticking clocks fa…
Pewter Moonlight
Old men are writing poems by pewter moonlight They live in different parts of the world but their pen unites them Their blood …
The Wine We Love
The wine we love is the wine of the spirit The wine we avoid is the wine of the body Though the wine of…