When Sleep Does Not Seem Important
I first wrote this poem during September of 2020, during the pandemic. My sleep patterns changed and I began to watch the sky at night. The words for this poem came to me on the night of the full September moon, which is called the full corn moon, or for many, the green corn moon … Continue reading When Sleep Does Not Seem Important
prayers of my heart, a collection of articles and writings by C. Alicia Randolph 