A Poem a Day
Last weekend, I was looking through a box of old papers that my parents had kept and I discovered a letter that my father’s godmother had sent him about me…. Read more »
Last weekend, I was looking through a box of old papers that my parents had kept and I discovered a letter that my father’s godmother had sent him about me…. Read more »
In the days before weather forecasts, the internet and plastic bags, it was said that a storm follows a mackerel sky. Seeing clouds like mare’s tails or flocks of sheep,… Read more »