The Prodigal Son Makes Notes for a Eulogy and Never Mentions the Fatted Calf December 17, 2018December 17, 2018 psalteryandlyre I would rather lose him than remember lies. Loss is real and heavy / and as hard to carry and balance as a shuttle of slack coalShareClick to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
At Summer’s Decline September 3, 2018August 21, 2018 psalteryandlyre1 Comment my wife, / / rising from a dive, turning to me, / gathered the rare light and wore it.ShareClick to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...