We drove into the sun
Let's say there is a place and you feel at home. Let's say you have a thing or two to learn before you get there. Let's say I wrote a poem. What then?
Read more
A lightship full of birdsong
A whole life keeps happening, even when I struggle to sit down and write about it. But it's here, it's mine. I'm trying to make it a good one. Also a poem by Gaby Calvocoressi. It's perfect.
I am more with you
We lost two too many this week, at least. I want to tell you about my friend. Then a poem by Andrea Gibson.
Whatever happens
What are we doing? Embracing each other as we are? Holding onto each other for dear life? The answer is yes.
Isn't the moon dark too
We now conclude this brief mental break with a word from/for our friends and body.