Poetry Friday
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
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
You never think it will be you. You go about your days making plans, imagining futures, dreaming ordinary dreams. Life feels steady, predictable. And then it isn’t. One phone call. One scan. One… Continue reading
IN PASSINGby Lisel Mueller How swiftly the strained honeyof afternoon lightflows into darkness and the closed bud shrugs offits special mysteryin order to break into blossom: as if what exists, existsso that it… Continue reading
Please Call Me By My True Names Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow—even today I am still arriving.Look deeply: every second I am arrivingto be a bud on a Spring branch,to be… Continue reading