How do I love thee…
Let me count the raise. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My yeast can reach… Did you guess from my mangled paraphrasing of Elizabeth Barrett Browning‘s poem that I love bread? Yes, earlier, I confessed… Read More
Let me count the raise. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My yeast can reach… Did you guess from my mangled paraphrasing of Elizabeth Barrett Browning‘s poem that I love bread? Yes, earlier, I confessed… Read More
We all know the brilliant reds and yellows of the fall season. Just as we all know flashy people. But what about the less flamboyant sorts? The quiet people, like the colours in my slides, have a beauty… Read More
Deep in the heart of my city, strange things happen… © Joan Leacott 2012