Voice of the Garden
Colors spiraled in a fluid display: bursting pinks, deep blues, burning orange and blood red; all bringing to life the purity of the...
Unfortunately, I'm not routinely blogging. I've stopped writing poetry and short stories regularly as well, but there are about two years' worth of content here if you're new to my work!
Voice of the Garden
Wind Come and Wind Take
With Eyes Cast Down
A Well Rooted Tree
The Call
Site Update
September Book Selection
The Samurai's Garden: A Colorful but Empty Novel
Picture
Have Courage and Obey
The Hallway
Deceitful Leaves
Return to Obscurity
What Will You Do?
Water
August Reading Selection
404
Born and Died, a calf