Ah, spring break. Spring, in any form ( Read more... )

To the Irish immigrant ( Read more... )

I set my bag down, and I seat myself, I connect myself to this linking of persons, this holding of hands across continents and nations. I let my words spill in a torrent through the networks, through the webbing. I am a spider weaving between men and women, I am a cat that walks the white silken ropes ( Read more... )