A home on the Web does nothing to remind us of the water-scooped caves that were our first dwellings… so imagination has to take us there.
This page will be a place to explore the wilds we can discover when we leave our warm and windowed quarters.
“Lucy of the Valley” is a creation in progress… a wilderness burgeoning with possibilities. Lucy is a poet with many interests, who will share some of what she creates and encounters in this space.
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Lucia Joyce (Photo by Berenice Abbott, 1928) A Flower Given to My Daughter Frail the white rose and frail areHer hands that gaveWhose soul is sere and palerThan time’s wan wave. Rosefrail and fair — yet frailestA wonder wildIn gentle eyes thou veilest,My blueveined child. James Joyce Lucia Joyce (Wikipedia) The lost story of James …
To a Child Dancing in the Wind Dance there upon the shore; What need have you to care For wind or water’s roar? And tumble out your hair That the salt drops have wet; Being young you have not known The fool’s triumph, nor yet Love lost as soon as won, Nor the best labourer …
Time spent with chickens is not wasted. They have broken it all down to the essentials.
