And So It Was the Later…

And So It Was the Later…

Something redolent about the whiff of moist duff after the morning frosty dew dissipates, something not-so-ordinary to spot, this sweet trinary. Sunlight yearns to kiss these lavender hued caps and if girlfriend were with me on this am stroll, she … Continue reading

The Uses of Sorrow

The Uses of Sorrow

(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too was a gift.  – Mary Oliver from Thirst (Beacon Press, 2006)