FROM THE BOOK OF LIFE
A time will come in your life when you too will feel like a prisoner. It may be love keeping you boxed in or hate sucking out the air around you. It may be illness clipping your wings, or simply the weight of years … no matter.
Bach cantatas... unpicking stitches from the kneeler
deep waters the dreamer’s eyes twitch beneath her eyelids
the spring air studded with blooms… morning grace
Shelling a nuclear plant is never a good idea.
Zaporizhzhia—
now you see us
now you don’t
.
In The Other Bunny, March 6, 2023
forgiving mists my stash of wool for rainy days
The Brecon Beacons, Wales
