But When the Wind Blows to California*

                                      BUT WHEN THE WINDS BLOWS TO CALIFORNIA I am quickly aware of every breeze tho’ only strong enough to brush a tendril of hair. Turning...

GRIEF*

               GRIEF  Time should dull The sharp edges of grief And it does Most of the time. For days make their way Into weeks And weeks to months Until they find their way To years. But grief can still lurk In the...

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I am sorry for the sparsity of information here.  I am completely redoing the website and want to update all the old “stuff”. More information will be coming soon, I promise. Stay tuned.