I would like to write a poem about the world that has in it nothing fancy. But it seems impossible. Whatever the subject, the morning sun glimmers it. The tulip… Read more Line Break: ‘This World’ by Mary Oliver →
Sunlight in the window a cup of lemon tea. Nothing is about to happen. This moment is mine — I hold it in my hand and say Yes, this is… Read more Line Break: ‘Gargoyles’ by Susan Glickman →
I almost went to bed without remembering the four white violets I put in the button-hole of your green sweater and how I kissed you then and you kissed me… Read more Line Break: ‘Song’ by Leonard Cohen →
