A body wanders as a mind wades. Like meditation, like revelation. So dream deep, I could almost weep. Where the wolf quiets the raven, where…
With leanings towards prose, narrative, free verse, elegies, rhymed, and pastoral styles, there is nonetheless endless exploration of poetic styles and forms. One thing is certain, all are deeply passionate.
A body wanders as a mind wades. Like meditation, like revelation. So dream deep, I could almost weep. Where the wolf quiets the raven, where…
Well. Here I am. Again. At the grove of existence. Eating a Granny Smith apple, experiencing the bright, sharp tang, and noticing how if you…
Poems by H.M. Stefanec with figure study drawings by Amy M. Kosina Dedication: Only for You Twin Flame And maybe I can set fire to the…