April 27, 2026
You are my anchor,
my lighthouse,
my comforting blanket,
the earth that reminds me that my roots are stronger than I think
when I feel ungrounded…
March 24, 2025
"Argh! Still life. All still!" Sandra tells, Robed in her dark-brown frock, as cool winds blow the welcome bells and strike the marble rock.
January 25, 2023
I’ve forgotten
so many things.
I’ve forgotten how
to say “eleven”
in Spanish and
where I laid my phone…