A poem from the collection On Driftwood and Oblivion On the glass cling thousands of dropsRain from somewhere, maybe HeavenA belief you tended to cajole It’s there, I can reach out and touch itI only […]
A poem from the collection On Driftwood and Oblivion On the glass cling thousands of dropsRain from somewhere, maybe HeavenA belief you tended to cajole It’s there, I can reach out and touch itI only […]