Carolyn Guinzio

 

At The Border Of Spinning And Still

(Forgive me I have been wrong about so many things)

(Forgive me I have been wrong about so many things)

 

At The Border Of Summer And Fall

(On the eve of a freeze we settle into our shadows/ Being falls asleep on the memory of being)

(On the eve of a freeze we settle into our shadows/
Being falls asleep on the memory of being)