Flutters

Seeds By Andrea Connolly In the yard I sit on my ashlar, a bowl of seed in reach. I scatter a few in my cupped hands looking up. The chatter in the dovecot is music in my ears. I listen to different voices: “rou-que–dee–gu”. The flapping and spreading of wings against the morning sun graces … More Flutters

Full of Grace…

Greed or Grace? Life is an equation You think You have to balance it out Your greed takes hold Don’t you know Of grace In the immeasurable The care of essence? Back to business You say Flashing a favour I have to pay Don’t you sense The pain In this realm of desires The hidden … More Full of Grace…