Joan’s poem |
Nature speaks words of wisdom,
gentleness prevails,
senses filled with gratitude
when the world lies still...
dormant in each of us is the seed of truth,
crusted by a hull so thick-
we think it will n...
Posted by Patrick Phelan on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 11:34:00 PST |
the tracks are healing. turn off the reeling. commence the feeling. |
i find myself once again.covered in the muck of sad memory.crusted over with guilt, embarrassment.the movies of discomfort are a hit in my head...they are a hit in this world. and ive loved to p...
Posted by Patrick Phelan on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 10:25:00 PST |
