(Poem) In These Times by Mary Saracino
There is no escape; there never was. To think otherwise is to harbor delusion. The woods are deep, the treetops obscure the sunlight; my body knows what to do. I Read More …
There is no escape; there never was. To think otherwise is to harbor delusion. The woods are deep, the treetops obscure the sunlight; my body knows what to do. I Read More …