How many years has it been since Noah passed? Since his aged frame stumbled beneath the curse and fell, yielding itself to death and to the field? The ones who saw his face and knew his voice likewise bent, and fell, and turned again to dust ages ago, their memories buried with them. No one […]
Read more "Noah’s God"I am a cow’ring flower, thinking the sun in all its gold extends itself to burn me; a rigid stem, wrestling the wind as if it meant to break me; a leaf, startled at the touch of rain, convinced that it will drown me. I am a forget-me-not, knowing little and thinking far too much.
Read more "A Cow’ring Flower"When Love meets cold, it does not roll itself in brash, grey wool to cry; it gathers like the sky, folds itself around our dust, and falls— a hundred—thousand—million—times— in feathery diamonds all around us, making shining glory of the weathered ground.
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