Well, I’m doing better. Those of you who follow my blog know that I’ve been dealing with the passing of my dear friend, and making some measured progress. The shock and anger are past, but I’m still sometimes suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, and I can’t always tell when that’s going to happen. And I also […]
The robins are still here but they’ve gone silent. No morning or evening choruses. I miss it. And I know what it means. They’ll be leaving soon. And even though Mother Nature is messing with us with these 90 degree temps, it won’t be too long before autumn rolls in, then out, and then it’s […]
I’ve been riding the hell out of my bike lately. An old, second-hand ten speed. I take it out every morning I can, very early, around 5:30, and ride up and down and up and down the streets in my neighbourhood block until my butt is numb and my fingers ache clutching the handlebars. It’s […]
I read a poem by Henry Scott Holland at my friend’s memorial service this morning and many were asking for a copy, so I thought I’d post it here. In the interest of full disclosure I confess I altered the ordering of the stanzas near the end, but none of the wording was touched. You […]
holy cards: dead women talking is a collection of narrative poems focusing on the histories and legends of women saints from both the Eastern Orthodox and Roman traditions.
holy cards: dead women talking is a collection of narrative poems focusing on the histories and legends of women saints from both the Eastern Orthodox and Roman traditions.