The clouds sift through the ( Read more... )

I read or heard somewhere
that (the usual unremarkable) "they"
found proof of a civilization
in South America
that thrived on peace.
A place they could find no trace of
( war or battle, weapon or bloodshed. )

To open a space behind my lungs ( Read more... )

Even when I was very small, my father's love for poetry was a lingering influence in my life. One of my favorite Golden Books was a little book of poetry which I read and looked at the pictures until that famous golden paper binding was coming to pieces. My dad loved to read me stories, and one of our favorites was a long, silly poem by Robert ( Read more... )