Against his grasshopper plague The Saint prayed for seagull angels This morning, only blackbirds.
Of all the ways to open— blackbird on post—oke-n-leedr red winging away
The link below resurrects the writelee.com post most appreciated by the readers. Even In Darkness
O, let us sleeve, you on, I in—let us sleeve every all— let us sleeve dirt-- the speckled glint of stars the dapple of water— let us sleeve—you wearing me worn—until we wear each of am and are— until this our has worn out the ages.
Toxic The only place I have seen death is in Hospitals. There is an inefficiency of death there. But a darkness of hope for those who will live yet beyond the walls, who look out on the Old Fan Mountain where they will walk again, out on the sun-silver water of the Madison where they … Continue reading The Last Worst Place