A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
People never believe me
when I tell them I recall
waking in my crib, lying watchful
The monk sits
in the garden
A few days ago, an old priest who was a colleague of my wife’s passed away, and Eva came home from work angry at the world. I was worried; Eva … Continue reading →
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