Part I Arriving I honour the women from my land, women that fought their way through the wars of their men. Who fought silently, with no guns to carry and bullets to load, but with bread baking and blisters on their knees from so much praying. This, I do for them. I return after soContinue reading “Romanian Diaries: Homecoming”
"May my body be for what it was intended: an expression of Your grace. And what small ways I make with this poetry – what songs and friendships I form, what migrations and ripples I disturb in the world – may they have something of Your signature on them"
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