Once I spoke the language of the flowers ( Read more... )

Man looking into the sea ( Read more... )

This just in a man has begun writing a poem ( Read more... )

All Greece hates ( Read more... )

That Halloween I wore your wedding dress ( Read more... )

He had driven half the night ( Read more... )

He wanted to stay.
He didn't ask for much.

He wanted to know what was "going on,"
He read the paper every day.

The world is like a sponge.
It absorbs us.

Mother was grieved with the nursing home.
He said, "Kiddo, it's all right."

The world goes on its way.
Now that he's gone, who will know?

- Joyce Kennedy, from Ghost Lamp

Above the concourse, from a beam ( Read more... )

The Orange bears with soft friendly eyes ( Read more... )

You begin this way ( Read more... )