A Poem by Hazel Anna Rogers
I wake, open, Into the arms of the gentle night. Not yet do the silhouettes of naked boughs Charm the light, Nor has the soft chatter of sharp beaks Set […]
Introspection
The Art of Journaling
by Fraser Hibbitt There can be a stifling freedom around a blank page, and that is all a journal is; a collection of blank pages. A journal is comprised of […]
Look to the Skies – The Enduring Connection of Bird to Human
by Hazel Anna Rogers When I was younger, my family and I would drive around eighteen hours every summer to the south of France to meet with my mother’s family. […]