geese
The actual geese, from yesterday’s poem…
I am in here.
The actual geese, from yesterday’s poem…
I’m feeling it necessary to fold into myself, and be less on the blog… I am actually requested by a dear friend to provide poems for his latest book. A working poet: how do I be that? But at any rate: the topic is tears. This is not because I am sad. I’m not. I’m … Continue reading Folding in to tears
You will be sucked dry by a leech. I’d stay away from swimming holes, and stick to good old cement. Even if it does hurt like hell when your toe scrapes the bottom. What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die? brought to you by Quizilla
via GlitteringMuse » Blog Archive » Thanksgiving Poem: Thanksgiving is a moment to remember How little we can do to move the stars. All we are and have we must surrender, Nor is Earth less inscrutable than Mars. Knowing this, we know the need for friends Sharing both our pleasures and our pain, Giving, though … Continue reading Thanksgiving Prayer