A Writer's Cramp redondilla tribute to this entire website, from concept to creation. |
| I found you as passage, escape, as cool and soothing mother hands… as sun-sweeping infinite sands sculpting my muse into soft shapes. I know you as keeper of kin, as an array of sound and sight… as summer’s moon-tide, shedding light over a lost poet within. I love you as spirit, or saint, as home, shelter ever present… our imagination’s ascent into swingsets and fingerpaint. |