~I woke to the sky in its blue culmination and still early morning. Last night, I dreamed of two poets, Eavan Boland, whose last book I’d read recently and had passed away last year and Edna St. Vincent Millay; although Edna was born much earlier than Eavan, Eavan was an older woman in the dream and…… Continue reading Looking Into The Forest, Considering A Dream
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Nourishment
I’ve nourished my sweetness. I honor yours, and you.With a found CD player and Sweet Liberty, green tea, two other favorite albums over the years, and a book of poetry with depth and a light step.
