Ireland, I’m sorry for your trouble . . .
. . .feelthe strumming, rooted, long-tailed pull of grief.You were born fit for it.Stand in here in front of meand take the strain. From A Kite for Michael and Christopher by Seamus …
. . .feelthe strumming, rooted, long-tailed pull of grief.You were born fit for it.Stand in here in front of meand take the strain. From A Kite for Michael and Christopher by Seamus …
It is your birthday, and for the second time since we met, you are not with me on your day. …
Twelve days after Ken died, I wrote this post. I haven’t read it since, and I’m not going to read …
A friend, one who knows, told me the other day that it will take at least a year before the …