Dawn breathes an invitation and Rumi’s words taunt me: Do not go back to sleep. I am loathe to greet the day – not that I despise its arrival, rather that waking has become laborious since the onset of chronic illness. Daughter of a military man, I am conditioned to rise before the sun, have […]
Does the moon envysun’s glorified reign –(gender inferred) Sons were sunin my family,we women lunar Father straddledthe two – a secretwe fought to suppress Fluidity of pronounsnon-existantin formative years. (Image my own)
I feel deeply honoured to be part of September’s issue of Tangled Locks Journal. Thank you to Teresa Berkowitz for accepting my poem, “Feline”. Please visit me there, and take a moment to peruse all the writing: you won’t be disappointed. Tangled Locks Journal is published quarterly. Information for how to get involved is available […]
I particuarly like the building with the arches. A municipal building of some kind?
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Do you know, I can’t remember, lol.
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Isn’t that funny!
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Sadly, more often the case than not. I remember thinking : “Oh I want to photograph those arches” but cannot fathom where that was.
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That happens to me a lot. I think “Oh, I’ll remember this place; how could I not?” Several years go by, no clue.
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Lovely archs 🙂
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Thanks!
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Three wonderful buildings in black and white. 😀 I love the old sepia house.
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Thanks Cee. I love how you check out my photography files and say: “Oh, she needs to use these,” lol.
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Beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks my friend.
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