She peeked out So quiet and coy Hesitant, insistent Teasing, but Barely revealing herself Yet she was there— Here Unmistakable and...

I know it’s happening—the pattern’s the same. Words only visit when the spirit is untame. First, clustering like flowers, my mind abloom...

[Look up] You may catch the sky wrapped in a waltz with the clouds calm and cotton so slow, so steady it bends time. Nana T....