already burning

Sep/30 By

  BURNING There is a hidden kind Of humble goodness I love in others Only an aeon Of refining fire Could make it mine But sometimes it’s as if I

a gift from elsewhere

Jun/27 By

The Arch by Patricia Lockwood Of all living monuments has the fewest facts attached to it, they slide right off its surface, no Lincoln lap for them to sit on

an arrangement with the heartland

Mar/7 By

  Loam    by Carl Sandburg In the loam we sleep, In the cool moist loam, To the lull of years that pass And the break of stars, From the loam,