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 sweetness
of 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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