Just Another Old Tree
My park gates are being opened; I hear the metal hinges creak. They are rusted now, these hinges—pieces of browned, crisp metal drop off quietly, …
My park gates are being opened; I hear the metal hinges creak. They are rusted now, these hinges—pieces of browned, crisp metal drop off quietly, …
The mess on the tableThreatens methe haphazard papers balding pens useless blunt scissorsmurky mugs open dusty laptops tissues scrawled on coffee stained calendarcards for this …
“Come to video Satsang, it might cheer you up,” my friend said. “What’s Satsang?” “Not sure but a local woman is holding space for people …