The shelter is gone
Twigs and branches disassembled
Of the man, no trace
Disassemble
Published
The shelter is gone
Twigs and branches disassembled
Of the man, no trace
I dream so I write ..
New Ideas, New Forms
Musings from an insignificant writer
connecting communities via traffic-free paths
A Journal of Poetic Observations
Pictures and Poetry, Picture Poetry
My Journey on the Lonely Road to Deaf Acceptance
Ellen Grace Olinger
My Eccentric Friend 