Photo Prose Poem
I see a mother offering so much more than a piece of apple to her child. It’s as if all the surrounding apples, leaves, branches, and blades of grass represent all the possibilities awaiting the child.
I see a mother offering so much more than a piece of apple to her child. It’s as if all the surrounding apples, leaves, branches, and blades of grass represent all the possibilities awaiting the child.
I stood on a hill top this morning, looking down across a meadow and further out across the waters of …
Yesterday, I had lunch with a friend whom I have not seen in eighteen years. A young person’s lifetime. Tim …