Lord quite innocent of what it is to live
bound in paper, bound in steel,
bound in the incredible ignorance supplied
by irony and suffering — how are You?
I regret that I am unable to see You, wrapped as I am in time,
soiled and sickened by personal situations,
unable to find...
September 11, 2013 | 4:23 pm
It’s time to talk about grief
as if the mere mention could
crack the sky leaving the stars
to break through shattering
As if at a preordained hour
all the... read full article