Poetry Friday
The path to your door Is the path within: Is made by animals, Is lined by flowers, Is lined by thorns, Is stained with wine, Is lit by the lamp of sorrowful dreams,… Continue reading
The path to your door Is the path within: Is made by animals, Is lined by flowers, Is lined by thorns, Is stained with wine, Is lit by the lamp of sorrowful dreams,… Continue reading
Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me Last night the rain spoke to me slowly, saying, what joy to come falling out of the brisk cloud, to be happy again in a new… Continue reading
I’m in Stockholm, Sweden, this weekend speaking at a conference. Sadly that leaves no time to put together this week’s round-up. I will also be travelling over the next few weeks so it will… Continue reading
In his New York Times column about the experience of recovering from prostate cancer, writer, Dana Jennings, commented on his desire to “nest” following treatment: More than ever these days, I want to… Continue reading