Poetry

angels, childhood, consciousness, cycles, goals, growth, hope, nature, purpose, renewal

Eugene

I couldn’t quite find the words as we sat together around the table, looking hopefully into our kins’ eyes. So differently our tongues curl. Our gardens keep asynchronous calendars. Our suns rise and fall several degrees apart on the Earth’s dial. We conversed in search of the shared story. I could not find the words… Continue reading Eugene