Poetry Friday
A Gift Just when you seem to yourselfnothing but a flimsy webof questions, you are giventhe questions of others to holdin the emptiness of your hands,songbird eggs that can still hatchif you keep… Continue reading
A Gift Just when you seem to yourselfnothing but a flimsy webof questions, you are giventhe questions of others to holdin the emptiness of your hands,songbird eggs that can still hatchif you keep… Continue reading
Love after Love The time will comewhen, with elationyou will greet yourself arrivingat your own door, in your own mirrorand each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat.You will… Continue reading