Old blog revisited
rather be here talking to myself than on social media as the insanity of the dying earth and killing fields are allowed to grow.
D'Etre Raisins
No sour grapes these,
rather the withered sweetnessof seasons lengthened
to aged fruition
chewed introspectively.
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Echoes in the Timbers Published
Seven monologues on the 1854 death of a former fugitive slave in Puslinch Ontario.
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