LullabyRest your head, weary one, for your tired mind keeps me from reaching you. I’m waiting here, at the edge of your exhaustion.Mar 13, 2021Mar 13, 2021
The PainterThe bulbs are planted in Autumn. In early Spring, the first green shoots appear. They insist on seeing the sun, pushing through frozen…Mar 1, 2021Mar 1, 2021
“The Funeral of The Man Who Played For The Sake of The Song”How can you be gone?Feb 19, 2021Feb 19, 2021
