Tall tales and poems in a secret mountain valley. Sunday, June 5, 2016. A Wee Trip to the UK. Thursday, May 28, 2015. I straighten my legs and lean back for the ride. 8216;Tis always fun as they fly down the narrow road where we once walked. We ran, too, and kissed leaning against the sweetgum,. Your burnished fingers lifting me swiftly,. My toes dripping clay from the creekbed. The mountain of the Tutelo. Full of surprises for the sojourner.

About this blog and the Author. My Writings in the Academia. When we love maleness, we extend our love whether males are performing or not. They know from birth that simply being gives them value, the right to be cherished and loved. Jorna Newberry- The Rising Star. And sacred history becomes a life lesson. By this point you know what.

Without tenderness, we are in hell. Your dog, tranquil and innocent, dozes through. Our cries, our murmured dawn conspiracies. She knows what can she know? If in my human arrogance I claim to read. That creatures must find each other for bodily comfort,. That voices of the psyche drive through the flesh. Further than the dense brain could have foretold,. That the planetary nights are growing cold for those.

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