“The sound of you not here rolls through me like never-ending thunder.” — Dr. Toni Sorenson Copy Share Image
“Storm Ending Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers, Rumbling in the wind, Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . . Full-lipped flowers Bitten by the sun Bleeding rain Dripping rain like golden honey— And the… — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
