The face of a cliff, that’s what gets said. It’s accurate enough, except that the understanding of it has suffered a knock to the side of the head, because what’s understood is […]
The Face of a Mountain
Of Apricots and Organic Time
She’s a lovely one, Apricot. She lures me. I have a body that is eager to be lured. The blossoms are so pretty and smell so sweet. Finding fruit, and caring for it, is […]
Okanagan Okanogan 