The Fireplace What is the passage of time but another turn, another rotation of the roasting spit? When the seasons cycle what is it you learn, after yearning again at the end that something beyond the burn – dizzy and slow – would transcend and hold, just for a moment or so, this ticking, sickening […]
What Gorgeous Thing by Mary Oliver I do not know what gorgeous thing the bluebird keeps saying, his voice easing out of his throat, beak, body into the pink air of the early morning. I like it whatever it is. Sometimes it seems the only thing in the world that is without dark thoughts. Sometimes […]
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