“Against the tide of violence something spoken from the silence like an arrow parting air with the sharpened point of love.” — Don Hynes Copy Share Image
“She's a gift, you see, rare and precious as wild grass or heron in flight; unpredictable, beyond imitation, gemstone perfect. ” — Don Hynes Copy Share Image
“Snow laden trees, streets washed clean, the timeless hymnal open to the sky in the deep throated song of winter.” — Don Hynes Copy Share Image
“Against the tide of violence something spoken from the silence like an arrow parting air with the sharpened point of love.” — Don Hynes Copy Share Image
“She's a gift, you see, rare and precious as wild grass or heron in flight; unpredictable, beyond imitation, gemstone perfect. ” — Don Hynes Copy Share Image
“Like snow melt and passing leaves, we show our faces then are gone, and like rivers we pour.” — Don Hynes Copy Share Image
“I never will be sober while desire guides me, lured by darkness to distant light, where sky gods celebrate those who love night glory, who dare once more to sing… — Don Hynes Copy Share Image
