This November there seems to be nothing to say. – Anne Sexton That covers it I guess. Some links: something else I’d written earlier this month the 4 year review 3 years and Thanksgiving Two Year Review (that was several
November Always Is Not Easy
November always is not easyMany poets have remarked on this I will say, however, in fairnessIt’s not as though it was only ever windyor that the rain wouldn’t ceaseWe saw the sunWe saw the moonLight remainscreeping away earlier in the
About Us
About me,I once wrotethe animal that I am cannot shed teethas even snakes will onlypart with old skin I have, too, readabout how no one ownsthe hearts of birdsand like thatsaw myselffar up in the skyabout vanishing from sight And,about
In Honor of Tonight’s First Frost: A Story Post from the Garden in June
After 10 Years Together
I have realized thatNo, losing you would not belike losing the sunI already knowthat the world and of course even I would go onIt would not be like losing airI would not simply drown Might it be like losing the