Poetry Friday
Beneath The Sweater And The Skin How many years of beauty do I have left?she asks me.How many more do you want?Here. Here is 34. Here is 50. When you are 80 years… Continue reading
Beneath The Sweater And The Skin How many years of beauty do I have left?she asks me.How many more do you want?Here. Here is 34. Here is 50. When you are 80 years… Continue reading
Time for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week. These are the posts that have moved me, taught me something, inspired me, and… Continue reading
“Ten times a day something happens to me like this–some strengthening throb of amazement–some good sweet empathetic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that… Continue reading
Time for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week. These are the posts that have moved me, taught me something, inspired me, and… Continue reading
Closing Words I feed myself.I listen to the rain falling bright and furious.Rain remembers its falling for a moment, rippling,Then forgets itself in the sheeting, sliding, silence.It’s four-forty.The sky reflects gray in the… Continue reading
Time for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week. These are the posts that have moved me, taught me something, inspired me, and… Continue reading
I Meant to Do My Work Today I meant to do my work today— But a brown bird sang in the apple tree, And a butterfly flitted across the field, And all the… Continue reading
Time for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week. These are the posts that have moved me, taught me something, inspired me, and… 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