Poetry Friday: In Memory of Ilene Kaminsky
I actually posted this poem last Friday – it was almost like I had a presentiment of losing Ilene – and she commented to thank me for sharing her poem. Reading it again… Continue reading
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Weekly Round-Up: The Gratitude Edition
T 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 which I’ve wanted to share with you. Don’t forget if you have written a post which you would like readers to see, just […]
Poetry Friday: A Poem By Ilene Kaminsky
I couldn’t imagine livingWithout the air I breatheThat used to swell my chestWhere two breasts used to be.Now with one and a part on the rightAnd a port inserted in my chestSwiss cheese… Continue reading
Weekly Round-Up
T 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 which I’ve wanted to share with you. Don’t forget if you have written a post which you would like readers to see, just […]
Poetry Friday
A prayer of shelter and shadow Ar scáth a chéile a mhaireas na daoine.– It is in the shelter of each other that the people live.– It is in the shadow of each… Continue reading
Weekly Round-Up
T 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 which I’ve wanted to share with you. Don’t forget if you have written a post which you would like readers to see, just […]
Weekly Round-Up
T 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 which I’ve wanted to share with you. Don’t forget if you have written a post which you would like readers to see, just […]
Poetry Friday
This is What Was Bequeathed Us This is what was bequeathed us:This earth the beloved leftAnd, leaving,Left to us.No other worldBut his one:Willows and the riverAnd the factoryWith its black smokestacks.No other shore,… Continue reading
