Girls with sisters
Water is a beautiful mystery to me, like girls with sisters, I can’t relate to the secretive language and refreshing storms, ravishing...
Crazy of days
You and me in the crazy of days Dividing fragments of heres and theres that we see To make wholes we believe in and beds to lie in Are...
60 Years of Correspondence
Mark and I looked over some old letters from my mom and her family in France written over a 60 year period. Then we collaborated on this...
New neighbors, welcome home
Let’s all settle down in a somewhere nowhere town to the north or right of here. Let’s tell all the ghosts who’ve lived there before that...