A tale about how the mind can play tricks. . .
A tale about how the mind can play tricks. . .
A tuna boat meets with something strange. . .
The tyger that traipses, hunting That peace, the meat of my soul – Tail swishing, mind cunning; counting The days til it’s eaten me whole. Tales wishing, found running, sounding The drumbeat of retreat! Tyger burning, inside yearning, pounding Through cadence of my feet. Tread … Continue reading Burning Bright
Harrison was months in research analyzing his fruitless attempts; was it his translation?