Just when I think I’ve read all the most beautiful Emily Dickinson poems I discover a new one. A nice wish for the New Year. This is also makes me…
Hope is the thing with feathers… Heavenly hurt it gives us, we can find no scar… Narcotics cannot still the tooth that nibbles at the soul… She…
“My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun – ” Emily Dickinson Continuing work on my next series of prints: Weapons of Hurt & Healing.