If I were a travelling airwithout any bony cage,moral circuits and routes blowing to the will......

remains to be seen after the 2022 hunga tonga eruption and tsunami...

when buried beneath a snowstormyou lose sense of every directionexcept desperation. in darkness sometimestrying to dig......

She sat stitching a river along hems, fraying with myths of going underground...

We are happy in our secret plant ways,rooted to the birthplace,looking for the sun, trying to......

hypothesis Nearly done, the tree nudges a falling, its leaves unmoored like wanton voices...

The heart still longs to reach distant landsTo reminisce about momentsIn sepia-tinted photographs –Dappled in sunlight.To......

Memory Icicles hang like fingers and knives from the coniferous trees...

true, this isn’t paradise But it’s the onlyParadise on this polluted Earth I’m aware of: Bitter......

Ancestry Animism Artistry Lush green fields – Where my father grew up Harvest season...