This is the irrational season
when love blooms bright and wild.
Had Mary been filled with reason
There’d have been no room for the child.
— from the poem “After Annunciation”
Where I draw and paint and write poems and essays. And collect texts from my reading, like a crow collects tinfoil.
This is the irrational season
when love blooms bright and wild.
Had Mary been filled with reason
There’d have been no room for the child.
— from the poem “After Annunciation”