WinterAnton died in the wintertime. December 18th 2019. That first cold season passed in a blur, my shock-addled brain functioning only in the...
The StoneI like stones. Since Anton died, I have collected heart-shaped ones that I find on the beaches near where we live. I have quite a...
Kiss the JoyHe who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy He who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sunrise William Blake,...