For those who sow in tears
Sow broken harp and bitter note, sow sighing of the open throat. Sow crutch and cane and pawing pain, on starless night in razor rain. Sow hate with hope for ha...
Category: Spirituality
Swindling death–or divine mercy
Eight hours after dodging death I delivered a qualified account of the incident to my father. He went to see the place—drove there in the old Newport—leaving me...
Wise hope—hope beyond hope-and-fear
There’s hope that has fear as a twin. A tremulous sort of hope that lives in the future and leeches off the past. It’s derivative. It counts on resu...
I have looked at stars and not been moved
At Otium Sanctum: I welcome my three-in-the-morning nocturnal interludes from the bed covers. After pausing beneath a spruce tree I walk the short stone path do...