Dark SweetnessThe ground turns green. A drum begins.Commentaries on the heart arrive in seven volumes.The pen puts its head down.to give a dark sweetness to the page.Planets go wherever they want,Venus sways near… Continue reading →

“The healing power of even the most microscopic exchange with someone who knows in a flash precisely what you’re talking about because she experienced that thing too cannot be overestimated.”― Cheryl Strayed,

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 →

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 →