The Pits by Donna Iona DrozdaEach day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead.Aug 1, 2022Aug 1, 2022
New Trails to Explore by Donna Iona DrozdaJoy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine: under every grip and pine runs a joy with silken twine. It is right it…Jun 3, 2021Jun 3, 2021
