For Maud…

The Sacred Rose and the Guns of Love
William and Maud
I am haunted by numberless islands... – WB Yeats
Walking by the shore at dusk,
air leaden with a faith in words. Continue reading

The Sacred Rose and the Guns of Love
William and Maud
I am haunted by numberless islands... – WB Yeats
Walking by the shore at dusk,
air leaden with a faith in words. Continue reading →


Downtown Denver…

