Life List
My friend the scholar-birdwatcher is dying, after a quiet regular life of Milton and birds, and if I could imagine […]
My friend the scholar-birdwatcher is dying, after a quiet regular life of Milton and birds, and if I could imagine […]
I’d rather see a field of them with their arms full of snow, and maybe some wren haunting the lowest
Love, Love, Love, where are we now? Where did we begin? I think one of us wanted to name this,
Jack Grapes SUNDAY MORNING Sunday morning. Spring. I wake to the sun lifting one leg over the top of the
Robert Harlan Wintroub, M.D. CRAYOLAS Don’t fresh crayolas carry the day? White, red, green, blue, and black. A single row
Dallas Wiebe SUNDAY, AUGUST 31, 2003 Tomorrow everything will be all right. I’ll come to the cemetery