Mother of Sorrows
I’ve held my son in my arms today. It was so long since last I did that. Years. For three years now he has been dying to me, a little at a time. I suppose…
Day: March 31, 2018
Bilbo’s Gold: A Hobbit Poem
~ by Avellina Balestri Gold As the sun’s light, streaming through the Shire woods, Seeping into farmers’ soil, rich and ready For the bringing forth of… Gold As the corn’s lips, kissing the crisp harvest…