Alone From childhood’s hour I have not beenAs others were—I have not seenAs others saw—I could not bringMy passions from a common spring—From the same source I have not takenMy sorrow—I could not awakenMy heart… Continue Reading
Greensickness after Gwendolyn Brooks My wild grief didn’t know where to end. Everywhere I looked: a field alive and unburied. Whole swaths of green swallowed the light. All around me, the field was growing. I… Continue Reading
The Monks and the Boulder An old monk and his two disciples were walking through a field when they came across a giant boulder. The old monk asked the two disciples, “Is this boulder heavy?”… Continue Reading
The Incidence of Oxymorons Alone together, for once, I told her how I thought that — in my unbiased opinion — the incidence of oxymorons in the English language had been growing smaller. That’s old… Continue Reading
Praying If doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to… Continue Reading