Beautiful Herons and Friends: There are No Wrong Answers

When I Met My Muse I glanced at her and took my glasses off–they were still singing. They buzzed like a locust on the coffee table and then ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and knew that nails up there took a new grip on whatever they … Continue reading Beautiful Herons and Friends: There are No Wrong Answers