When great souls die,the air around us becomeslight, rare, sterile.We breathe, briefly.Our eyes, briefly,see with a hurtful clarity.Our memory, suddenly sharpened,examines, gnaws on kind wordsunsaid, promised walksnever taken.Maya Angelou, "When Great Trees Fall" excerpt For days now, I've hobbled around, tears falling on every inch of our yard and house, crying with great fury and … Continue reading Of elephants and lions and little birds
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Aeneas at Dido's Court, Pierre-Narcisse Guérin (1774–1833), Musée du Louvre, Paris. The Athenaeum. Today for my 2nd week of summer, I have puttered around the house, straightening and cleaning, fidgeting mostly, like I have some business to do with school or something I wrote down that I need to remember (but I did all those … Continue reading Fama Volat.
