Voiceover Unseen across gardens of indeterminate breath a Dona lilts her soaring wander of demise. She furrows a night valley of love lost in the singed foothills of afternoon. Heat and an array of possible attempts to give us voice prevail. She airs her Don, jambs unscrewed. She divas him, undivided behind narratives without accompaniment … Continue a ler Poesia de Amy Hollowell Sensei

Tonight, I'm ready to shut it all down and go to bed. The day was busy with the rigors of parenting, the grind of household duties. No time for "I"! So after the last dishes are finally done, the night is quiet, I sit down, put the words here. Whatever words come. I know they … Continue a ler Fingertips lightly touching the ground