The lonely stand in the dark corners of their hearts. I have seen them in cities, and in my own neighborhood, nor could I touch them with the magic that …
Love sorrow. She is yours now, and you must take care of what has been given. Brush her hair, help her into her little coat, hold her hand, especially when …
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go back to sleep. People are going …
Red apples hang frozen in a stick-dry, snow-dusty network of branches, against lamb’s wool and pastelblue of sky, a crooked woodenness, a wizzening red. – Margaret Avison, Sunblue (23, 1-5)
A few years ago, I called to speak with my aunt in the hospital. She was ill and knew she was dying. I was living in Manhattan at the time …