A mid cycle sun besets our home with false hope. Even knowing this reality, my family is well. My labor begins slow, but with dutiful purpose.
A New Day: Seven
Rocky Mountain Musing
Philosophy and Poetry for the Mountains
A mid cycle sun besets our home with false hope. Even knowing this reality, my family is well. My labor begins slow, but with dutiful purpose.
It's a writers world, a world that seeks to explore and entertain
Philosophy and Poetry for the Mountains
A Global Divergent Literary and Aesthetic Collective
Reading Into Everything.
Rocky Mountain Musing 