I drew him as he stood in the morning light on a stairway to statues crafted from the veins of David. Now I must go…
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Today we were gifted a spring day in the midst of winter adrift in crunch brown leaves the haughty wind stilled momentarily as if Zephyrus…
Open the door now. Go roll up the collar of your coat To walk in the changing scarf of mist. Tell your sins here to…
Deep within a coven of trees you can find purple passion inside those wild plums the sweet meats of isolation and chaos Far away from…
If you go back to the edge of time, you can find it there on the corner of Ivy and 4th streets. You would need…
The crows would gather in winter in the field across from her house as I pressed my nose to the chill of the glass door…
If the events of the world today are leaving you jaded and dismal, then I invite you to read the following tribute to small town…
Little stragglers I wonder that you’re stranded here fretting about among these last glorious flowers leftover summer gems balancing precariously on the brink of gusty…
If you are not familiar with the talented D. Wallace Peach, then I invite you to visit her at Myths of the Mirror.com where you…