Kathy Jacobs

Leaving the Crescent Behind

Shifting phases like Luna, yet, underneath, his form remained the same — only circumstance and nurture unveiled its fullness, like a truth once shadow-draped and now free, plain and unbidden as nightsong, yet just as joyful — a way to be!

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.