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Now is her quiet season all the contemplation a meditation within all turned inward, a divina lectio. She said, everything we do must be spiritual, bloom with intention, a deepening of the spirit, the singing of the psalms, the … Continue reading
As I walk in, a woman straightens the chair on the patio outside her room. Her Easter lily, parched, sits untended, one bloom left. As I pass she says, I’m nuts, and blows me kisses, her fingers touching her lips … Continue reading
His scent lingers near his bedroom door, I sniff the air – a startled deer – then feel his absence in the molted room.
When I am turned to ash I want you knowing that I hear your footfalls in the ancient forest, the scream of hawks, the water crazy-mad flowing down to the sea and I want you knowing that I see … Continue reading
That slip of the mind That momentary disengagement Like the clutch in the old Dodge I think: I have to get a message to her Then: how can I get a message to her As if it were a … Continue reading
Every living thing.