Poem by Mary Oliver
"Airy and shapeless thing, it needs the metaphor of the body..."
Faith & Certainty and Travel
I just sometimes wish I knew the right questions.
Both Sides Now
It's life's illusions I recall...
What’s Your Message?
The older I get, the less I know, which I suppose, is one more way…
This is a Letter
This is a letter to November, its gray bowl of sky riven by black-branched trees.