The photograph was taken in the Belgorod City Park. Every morning and every evening the shadows of the heroes of the Great Patriotic War appear
Tag: morning
Email: The Tea Ceremony and Its Place in Palliative Care (23.11.2021)
Every morning, regardless of how early, (possibly 1am onwards), I awake, wash two identical cups and make both myself and Gee a steaming cup of
Buddha – I and I…
Poetry writing, Morning yawns. Who knows…? Hedgerows stir. Dark – light, Birds – flight. Fish – flop… Doors – knock. Fresh bread, Dreadlocks share. Lion’s roar… What’s in
Email: On ‘Not Wasting My Words…’ (5.7.2020)
Dear Gillian For years, I used to regularly throw my writing away, or delete it, etc. I did this because I was aware that my
SANGHA KOMMUNE (SSR) 