A Circling Bird Posted on 07/05/2022 by Michael Gray This morning, it feels like an idle boast to claim that I move backwards in time, as I claimed in my previous post. When...
Footprints (2 poems by Michelle) Posted on 05/02/2017 by Michael Gray The Morning Hike The rabbits are no help, no guide, for their paw prints go sideways while my actual feet go up in the...