A Rose
How can you run about two minutes after you are born? Be a horse, then you can discover a valley, the taste of a…
How can you run about two minutes after you are born? Be a horse, then you can discover a valley, the taste of a…
I can’t walk far or drive away. I’m here, deep in snow. Still, I can follow the heart better than on a sunny day….
Forty years ago, I wrote I would sooner disgust you than ask for your compassion. My tears are barley water. I give you my…
Once an Irishman in his coffin had to be wrapped from foot to chin in English wool, not Irish linen. I saw this notice:…
Cut from your mother, there was a first heartache, a loneliness before your first peek at the world, your mother’s hand was a comb…