“In the Third Month” by David Ray
In the Third Month First snow wet against the windshield. I drive by the storefront where we found his blue Toyota. How he loved that…
Continue reading →In the Third Month First snow wet against the windshield. I drive by the storefront where we found his blue Toyota. How he loved that…
Continue reading →Kahlil Gibran on Death – From “The Prophet” Then Almitra spoke, saying, We would ask now of Death. And he said: You would know the…
Continue reading →“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding” And a woman spoke, saying, Tell us of Pain. And he said: Your…
Continue reading →What Do White Birds Say The earth has disappeared beneath my feet,It fled from all my ecstasy, Now like a singing air creatureI feel the…
Continue reading →When you’re up against a trouble, Meet it squarely, face to face; Lift your chin and set your shoulders, Plant your feet and take a…
Continue reading →Epitaph When I die Give what’s left of me away To children And old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry,…
Continue reading →You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You…
Continue reading →This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected…
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