“I sit beside the fire and think Of all that I have seen Of meadow flowers and butterflies In summers that have been Of yellow leaves and gossamer In autumns that there were With morning mist and silver sun And... Continue Reading →
“In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood-- A lord of nature weeping to a tree. I live between the heron and the... Continue Reading →
[…] We do not ride on the railroad; it rides upon us. Did you ever think what those sleepers are that underlie the railroad? Each one is a man, an Irishman, or a Yankee man. The rails are laid on... Continue Reading →
Here are two things I like about myself. The first thing is that I am broken. That I am not a perfect being, that I am not whole. I love how being broken builds bridges between people, how it is... Continue Reading →
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it. if you have to sit... Continue Reading →
Zoe are you friends with your skull? Zoe what say you of the ground? You don’t have to be so dull Why don’t you try and make a sound? Zoe when you look at the blue skies Tell me darling... Continue Reading →
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