a rambler + occasionally, by the grace of God, a writer.
Late last night, after I had watched “too much” tv, I wondered why I’d ever choose not to sleep. I drifted off standing
By Rieneke Helder5 years ago in Poets
go frolic where the sun pours, where golden air strikes the earth- calmly, gently, quietly. it almost seems to demand someone to burst into it,
It’s freeing up here, looking right then left at two groups who both swear they’re right. In a world of black and white,
