Abandoned Start By Ada Ireland It was a simple conversation on dancing swans, forgotten boats, poor rats killed on a pedestrian crossing, and wind-up clocks that slowed down time. I should have stayed on friendly topics. Instead, I stepped into forbidden territory And ended up with an abandoned start.
Western New York winters are harsh. And long. Some people say they last six months. That’s an exaggeration. Winters only last five miserable overcast months, twenty-nine freezing days, and twenty-three bloody awful hours. At least that’s what it feels like. Since I love heat, sunshine, and being outdoors, I learned to dread winters. That all […]
Here’s an excerpt from D.H.Lawrence’s Dog Tired. A beautiful poem I came across today and felt compelled to re-read several times. “If she would come to me here […] We could gather up the dry hay from The hill-brow, and lie quite still, till the green Sky ceased to quiver, and lost its active sheen. […]