Words for the Year
Don’t listen to me; my heart’s been broken.
I don’t see anything objectively.
I know myself; I’ve learned to hear like a psychiatrist.
When I speak passionately, 204 more words
1 day, 17 hours ago
The soul is silent.
If it speaks at all
it speaks in dreams.
– Louise Gluck, “Child Crying Out”
4 days, 20 hours ago
we had only a few days, but they were very long,
the light changed constantly.
a few days, spread out over several years,
over the course of a decade. 169 more words
1 week ago
I asked for much; I received much.
I asked for much; I received little, I received
next to nothing.
And between? A few umbrellas opened indoors. 324 more words
2 weeks ago
This is how you live when you have a cold heart.
As I do: in shadows, trailing over cool rock,
under the great maple trees. 118 more words
1 month ago
Hobart Book Village Festival of Women Writers
(photo credit: Bertha Rogers) Two baby Robins just a few days old at Bright Hill Literary Center in Treadwell, NY. Bright Hill is under the direction of Festival Alumna, … 249 more words
In spring from the black branches of the flowering plum tree
the woodthrush issues its routine
message of survival. Where does such happiness come from… 241 more words
1 month, 1 week ago