# 56 We are blind. The ancient fear of death assails us often, for we do not carry on our backs the great and solid wings of hope. Nor do we build our houses on that rock, but dig in sand and call our losses cruel. Yet death is what makes room for love. May […]
-
Subscribe to My Blog
-
Recent Posts
- Art Changes You – Guest Poetry Blog # 10 – Introducing the Latest Contributor, Canadian Poet Arleen Paré – Part One of Two
- Bringing a Darkness Into the World – Patrick Lane’s Witness By Poem and Prose to the Hunting (and Haunting) Death of a Cougar in 1949
- Guest Poetry Blog # 9 – Entering the Wild – American poet Todd Davis Features American poet Anne Haven McDonnell – Part Two of Two
-
Categories
-
Archives
-
Loading Quotes...