On a Morning After New Snow and a Winter of Healing Inside
March 27, 2018Out there in the yard winter drips silver and bombardiers through branches its excesses of yesterday. White.
Out there in the yard winter drips silver and bombardiers through branches its excesses of yesterday. White.
The price is higher than he expects he smiles, wondering if it has something to do with the new black fishnets
In that first summer before a town was (Only tents and wagonbeds), they tossed Pails of water over the sun-scorched canvas.
The tomb was a mouth that knew one note: grief. The rock lips opened, closed: tight as a safe.
[…] .the lives and beliefs of these independent spirits tell us about Mormonism, our selves, and the larger world around us” (p. x). The “independent spirits” dealt with in the volume include Amasa Lyman, John […]
With a neighbor who couldn’t tolerate light, I took stairs in the dark, felt for knobs and shapes of cabinets in windowless rooms. At home,
[…] John, Eugene, and Ruth. . . And soon my mother too Will rest her gnarled body Beneath the tree beside my father And I will not see her again, Nor try longer to break […]
[…] a foul wind blowing in from ten o’clock Saying, You owe me. I check my balance books, And they don’t look off, but the wind insists, You owe me. What? I ask. You abandoned me.
Speak now in the voice of peace. The poets of the world are rising, rising against the storm. Speak in your poet’s voice,
[…] I spent two and a half years in Korea on my mission. Then went back to teach English for a year before the draft called me.” MacDonald nodded. “What’s your rank?” “PFC, sir.” “How […]