Sparkling. That’s one of the things I miss about snow. During a clear day, the light is blindingly bright. It becomes impossible for pale eyes to see. On a moonlit night, the crystal landscape turns an eerie blue, mixed with
Word Butterfly [POEM]
The following prose poem was written about the kinds of impact and influences words have on reality, recognizing the power of language, and the importance of intentional writing.Each beat sends a ripple through time and space – a thing we
