Day 23: Easter Morn

Descending Theology: The Resurrection by Mary Karr                              From the far star points of his pinned extremities,                              cold inched in—black ice and squid ink—                              till the hung flesh was empty.        ...

Sweet Surprises

I awoke this morning in the knowing that my Eliza, home from college for the holiday, was upstairs in her bed. It surprises me how, even in sleep, her presence permeates the air—as if the house itself rejoices with us. Everything feels different. Peace in my heart and...

deeper down the well

Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the well than where the water Gives me back in a shining surface picture Me myself in the summer heaven godlike Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs....

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