“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…
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Continue reading →Wait Wait, for now. Distrust everything if you have to. But trust the hours. Haven’t they carried you everywhere, up to now? Personal events will…
Continue reading →My friend and I snickered the first time we heard the meditation teacher, a grown man, call himself honey, with a hand placed over his heart…
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 →The Moving Finger Writes 51The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel…
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 →We think we get over things. We don’t get over things. Or say, we get over the measles but not a broken heart. We need…
Continue reading →Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment, the long tapers…
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,…
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