the wednesday poem

"There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

A Route of Evanescence

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A Route of Evanescence, With a revolving Wheel – A Resonance of Emerald A Rush of Cochineal – And every Blossom on the Bush A...
Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Jane Hirshfield! Oh, Jane!

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The Weighing The heart's reasons seen clearly, even the hardest will carry its whip-marks and sadness and must be forgiven...
Sunday, April 14, 2013

More April-ness!

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Early April Helpless to the spinning world around me… -Rebecca Marcus The cyclists can’t help seeming self-important and th...
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