Category Archives: Judyth Hill

Wake up! You’ve slept too long in the iron bed of yearning. You’ve slept too long. The bedclothes are slovenly. Get up & make that bed of a heart! The alarm has gone off. What time is it? It is Read more…

When you lose everything, then you track. This world is always spinning, on chicken legs, at the edge of the forest. You will need each chip of obsidian, every flake of flint, all caught parts of conversations. Glimpses of clematis Read more…

Nowhere the plumage of doves and angels isn’t moving over the dusty stairways of the Ancient City. The Moorish tiles spell as always, the name of God in letters of fire, in the shade of blue that is exactly your Read more…