Poetry Friday
I have a small grain of hope–one small crystal that gleamsclear colors out of transparency.I need more.I break off a fragmentto send to you.Please takethis grain of a grain of hopeso that mine… Continue reading
I have a small grain of hope–one small crystal that gleamsclear colors out of transparency.I need more.I break off a fragmentto send to you.Please takethis grain of a grain of hopeso that mine… Continue reading
In Blackwater Woods Look, the treesare turningtheir own bodiesinto pillars of light,are giving off the richfragrance of cinnamonand fulfillment, the long tapersof cattailsare bursting and floating away overthe blue shoulders of the ponds,and… Continue reading
You’ve likely heard people talk about “chemo brain”—or maybe you’ve even felt it yourself. It’s that foggy sensation that can make it tough to find the right word, recall a friend’s name, or… Continue reading
The Gardener Have I lived enough? Have I loved enough? Have I considered Right Action enough, have I come to any conclusion? Have I experienced happiness with sufficient gratitude? Have I endured loneliness… Continue reading