by Joan Wiley I AM I am Dust. Wedged into rivlets of life’s river rush, Weighted by silence of bigger dreams. I am Unseen. Drowned beneath frivolous…… Read more “I AM”
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The Cold Within
Cleaning out drawers and closets today I came across a paper that I’ve saved for twenty-six years. It was a hand-out for “Cultural Awareness Month” back in…… Read more “The Cold Within”
