
Springtime bursting through
Life coming forth boisterously
Sunlight upon dust
poetry, prose, and photography

Springtime bursting through
Life coming forth boisterously
Sunlight upon dust

Something I’ve wondred.
Why do villains always laugh?
A puzzling thing
First: unload my mind
Next: shape them into beauty
Editing’s anguish

Gifts given with grace
Seeking to bestow our love
Filling both our hearts