by Marie Howe We stop at the dry cleaners and the grocery storeand the gas station and the green market andHurry up honey, I say, hurry hurry,as she runs along two or three steps behind meher blue jacket unzipped and her socks rolled down. Where do I want her to hurry to? To her grave?To […]

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Poetry, Uncategorized

You were made for this.

Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once,but of stretching out to mend the part of the worldthat is within our reach.Any small, calm thing that one soul can do to help another soul,to assist some portion of this poor suffering world,will help immensely. It is not given to us […]

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