Hammers rolling beat.
Shore cliff brittle,
Gulls breathe, distant call.
Little poem
Hammers rolling beat.
Shore cliff brittle,
Gulls breathe, distant call.
Little poem
“BETRAYED. First Zelensky, Soon Us? The radical departure of the US from its allies.”
“BETRAYED. First Zelensky, Soon Us? The radical departure of the US from its allies.”
Me at the hill of Tara below. Some things are more real.
Me at the hill of Tara below. Some things are more real.
poets, misfits, writers
mystics, painters, troubadours
for they teach us to see the world through different eyes.”
— Jacob Nordby
poets, misfits, writers
mystics, painters, troubadours
for they teach us to see the world through different eyes.”
— Jacob Nordby