dbb@findingmyreal.comMar 102 minWhen I Heard NothingSometimes I can almost hear what I heard when I heard nothing When the call of the owl and the whisper of bat owned the night Before...
dbb@findingmyreal.comMar 71 minOn the First Day of SneezingSung to the traditional tune On the first day of sneezing my body said to me The white blooms are on the pear tree On the second day of...
dbb@findingmyreal.comFeb 1010 minHere Be DragonsI have always liked dragons. It delights me to see ancient maps with fanciful creatures swimming in their oceans with the warning “Here...
dbb@findingmyreal.comJan 201 minSnowTo walk in the tumble of falling snow and hear the soft coldness rustle is to capture girlhood delight from the passages of memory....