My Poetry and Prose Blogology
My Windswept Refuge
“over scours of vast windswept outlands
spread of my own emotional desertion
stands an oft-ignored and lonely tree”
My Dream Within Dreams
“I was nurtured by a loving family
buried in a hibernaculum of hope
held in a myriad of young dreams…”
Photo courtesy of my friend, Rod Sorenson. rcoakley.com
