Can we stay here today?

Can we stay tonight? Just a little longer, til tomorrow? Forging our way through, an unearthly view. Seeing what we had not known. The front house, our old beautiful house, standing at least for 100 y...

Saturday’s Confession

The morning is fresh. A regular February day, as if we have always been here. Always lived and grown on this land. Crisp strands of clouds wave overhead. Sun shines cold, making way for flakes of snow...