My Poetry and Prose Blogology
My Longest Walk
“We are here not to be easy—
but to become our better angels—slowly
while confined within time’s penitentiary…”
“We are here not to be easy—
but to become our better angels—slowly
while confined within time’s penitentiary…”
“is there anything that can heal a body
simpler than morning walks in the spring…”
“hiking dark jade woods
calm winds whisper healing words—
I remember you”