"The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand." -Frederic Lawrence Knowles
Showing posts with label red. Show all posts
Showing posts with label red. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
fragile beauty
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
celestial glow

Maybe no one can distinguish which voice
Is god’s voice sounding in a summer dusk
Because he calls with the same rising frequency,
The same rasp and rattling rustle the cicadas use
As they cling to the high leaves in the glowing
Dust of the oaks.
-Pattiann Rogers
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
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