Poetry Friday
The Thing Is to love life, to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything you’ve held dearcrumbles like burnt paper in your hands,your throat filled with the silt of it.When… Continue reading
The Thing Is to love life, to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything you’ve held dearcrumbles like burnt paper in your hands,your throat filled with the silt of it.When… Continue reading
The Thing Is to love life, to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything you’ve held dearcrumbles like burnt paper in your hands,your throat filled with the silt of it.When… Continue reading
So few grains of happiness measured against all the dark and still the scales balance. – Jane Hirshfield “The Weighing” I’ve been reflecting on these lines from Jane Hirshfield’s poem The Weighing and how its… Continue reading
When I started this blog, I deliberately chose to write about how my cancer experience had enriched my life (rather than admit any other darker truth). I wanted this blog to be all about… Continue reading
As I Grew Older It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun— My dream. And then… 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 am honored to feature this special guest post from Lois Hjelmstad, alongside a gift from Lois to readers. I’ve known Lois online for several years now, and her beautiful poetry never fails… Continue reading
The uncharacteristic summer heatwave we’ve been experiencing in Ireland for the past three weeks has broken and spots of dark rain have started to appear outside my kitchen window. I am drinking a… Continue reading
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. ven as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you… Continue reading