keeper of wild places

No not here somewhere in empty land where plans fall through the cracks of giant picnic tables it rained so heavily we had to t...

Is this a kame terrace? But first:  yes Brain, i want to blog about my outings again. I ceased to do that when i started to write for a...

And one of them is pills. (this is not a poem btw) What i wonder, who sold us on the idea that we need pills? My answer to that question ...

drifting in and out of sleep a reoccurring nightmare,  where i am getting old and still not found my man the old spinster her sis...

I cut a tree today by hand My husband cut a tree today 22 inches diameter the rings suggest 100 years old I need clarity the ...

my love my love you are i am what is this serum you injected in our veins what do i need to know to put upon that alter of roses, hors...