The moments that make up our days through the eyes of poetry & illustration.
there should be a new trial
to the lady in pink
shield unearthed
the backyard rink
you’re on mute
regarding my helpless estate
snowshoes on stony
harken the hearing
finding the whole note
ode to the doormat
baby gone sad
grit-side of the gardiner
walk a mile
metanoia
i can’t see you
coming back ain’t easy
rush of blood to the head
fling wide, you ancient doors
carried by another
jean vanier
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