This evening, quiet near-dark outside I heard the geese returning the soft compression of wings the calling, for amity or reassurance, or both almost home almost home
Poetry, writing, life
This evening, quiet near-dark outside I heard the geese returning the soft compression of wings the calling, for amity or reassurance, or both almost home almost home
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations. View more posts