Seasonal homecoming. A new poem. Some prose approaching a ritual I don't know how to commit to prose.
Empty Mirror
Conversations at Thresholds
This one's a little bit photo essay, a little bit meditation, a little bit book review. Oh, and a poem.
Florilegium: Palestinian Walks
Sacred reading & scarred landscapes
Love Song for a River Bank
If your heart was a place, where would it be? Here's mine.
