William Bronk: Music that Sees Beyond the World
Decembers, the little deaths of dark pool down.
Intricate, bare branches blot in the dark.
December 20, 2019 · Leave a comment
Jenne R. Andrews: Looking Through a Window at December
If we could hold this instant– dried amber leaves on nearly bare branches delineating mother of pearl sky— could we find the gold ring we dropped in autumn grass other … Continue reading
December 15, 2014 · 3 Comments
