Another interesting word to write poetry about. A bit dark…
More musing on the good bits about fall, now that we’re in the worst of it, ha ha.
Making sense of events in poetry form.
Fire taps into something really ancient in all of us, going back all the way to our first human ancestors that walked the plains of Africa. Both fascinating and terrifying.
Yay, more poetry about one of those constants or things that all humanity has a relation with in some way.