In the Midst of Mounting Grief a Moment of Calm
In the midst of creeping worry and mounting grief—a moment of calm:almost happiness, not epiphanic, simply present; and when I turned my head to it, of ...
In the midst of creeping worry and mounting grief—a moment of calm:almost happiness, not epiphanic, simply present; and when I turned my head to it, of ...
… for you know as well as I do that under certain circumstances, at a certain temperature, metaphorically speaking, words lose their substance, their content,...
Lord, lead him beside those still waters, those green pastures,for his dreams glare of florescent halls,and his thoughts are collections of knives....
With His mercy like an unclaimed mongrel,Following, still following. -Ronald Duncan I’m ash in a respectable urn.I’m a rock rabbit blending in. I mimic the ev...