Daily Archives: November 19, 2014

(a triolet) . I cannot write a poem today; my muse is out, you see. I’ve bid her to come out and play. I cannot write a poem today. I wish she’d swim back ’round and stay, but she’s ignoring … Continue reading →

.. Excuse me, Have you seen the sun? Today has gone gray around the temples too soon. We kneel and feel and pray and wonder why these spires have lost their in-. I am tired of holding communion alone with … Continue reading →