LUPUS IN FLIGHT

Plugged in or plugged out, no escape. Even the monastery, even the future  of bees - a stranger  even cut down  our trees. We march to its b...

Daisies are out for as long as the mowers keep away. The vast arms of the blossom trees cast shadow nets into which we rest, before throwing...

My heart takes a lifetime to plunge. Cold waters await.  Is it worth it? Freedom is easy to desire. All around me, the sounds of progress - ...

Is the year roaring to an end for you? Will it begin with a whimper? Or are these anthropomorphic ideas of the tiger and the rabbit? Water t...

September, October and now into November. This week marks the anniversary of the first week we walked into our Cambridge home, twenty nine y...

At first, when the month approaches, I think of hiding. As though I can out run or camouflage myself against my own birthday. Why would you ...