Love Story
Cradle the cup, and when you bring it to your lips, this is your first kiss. . [ 1587 ]
Cradle the cup, and when you bring it to your lips, this is your first kiss. . [ 1587 ]
A picture of a mountain isn’t a mountain. So with a river, a flower, and those we hate and love. Memory, too, is a kind of picture, as are words. The word mountain isn’t a mountain. But to show each other our pictures, we climb mountains and mountains of words. The memory of something that happened isn’t the happening. Maybe that’s one reason we keep fighting wars. Genocide in books […]
It isn’t good sense that keeps me writing. It’s the sense that everything’s good. . [ 1585 ]
shovel deep / shovel strong / I love your forever song . [ 1584 ]
I’m reading Ulysses again, and Joyce and I agree, all three of us have changed. . [ 1583 ]
Listen — even this low, the stream above North Falls sings of abundance. . [ 1582 ]
afternoon sun / the first ripe apple / and an oven to bake it in . [ 1581 ]
a leaf on the ground / lines on her face / an old man with faith in his cane . [ 1580 ]
The mind an unlit candle — no wonder there’s darkness in the world. . [ 1579 ]
This body in years — sixty-six and more. But do I really know my age? Ask the universe. Look up at the stars. . [ 1578 ]