Between the Pages of Letters to A Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke V
No, there is not more beauty here than in other places, and all these objects, which have been marveled at by generation after generation, mended and restored by…
No, there is not more beauty here than in other places, and all these objects, which have been marveled at by generation after generation, mended and restored by…
How has it been with you? I am trying to live in the moment as best I can. If you have been waiting for the conclusion to the…
Sarabande by Norma Cole “and then looks at the stars” from the bed in the ambulance looks up at boughs of trees shifting quickly lit in blackness blackening…
ke kake ka kane ŋlan pun ŋɛ pu no -- gift one bite light burn sun in the wild ---…
There is this little incident I'm dying to share with someone so I will do so with you. I opened the door wide enough to pop my head…