My eyes are my father's gift...
Category - Writing
This digital story is also a poetry reading!
A video journal entry at a stop along the Alsea River.
What does it mean to be yourself?
Who can understand the light?
A short digital story about how I got my names.
A major storm was expected and we got major sunshine.
This is a Dream Mixel Collage and Poem.
The River Geese, a poem for Solstice 2011