A Child Goes ForthThere was a child went forth every day; And the first sounds she heard and the first objects she look’d upon she became; And those things...
UntitledThe Smattering Sound of the River, Twinkling about like a Butterfly, in a Summer Breeze, Gently Flows Foreseeing its Future ahead. Little...
sketchHe sits, his back to a tree. Eyes darting, pen hovering over unmarked page. An ant crawls over his leg. He doesn’t notice. Glancing at...