➜ poetry
- red brocade by naomi shihab nye: the arabs used to say / when a stranger appears at your door / feed him for three days / before asking who he is / where he’s come from / where he’s headed.
- my mother by frieda hughes, daughter of sylvia plath: my buried mother / is up-dug for repeat performances.
➜ youtube
➜ misc (pics, useful sites, music, etc)
➜ articles, essays
jan 3 2023 ∞
jan 2 2024 +