Day 26
you, broad elm, shaved down to earth – I stand now on your great stump, yearn to be your medium, …
Tag Archives: Memory
Day 21
when you tell of youth, and risk, and being bold, you do not reveal the cloister in your heart — …
Day 19
that dark corner may recall years past as it sighs – drowsy, in a haze – that I was here …
Day 14
I thought I had ripped that vine down dead, but it grows on, out of reach, even in winter, mocking …
Day 7, On cleaning out my father’s house
How it is that it comes to this — that all that matters is clean, deathly clean? And yet we …
Day 4
let us begin here, at the temple of helplessness, to grieve proper the angels caught unawares, before awareness even
