Poems for Lent

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day by Gerard Manley Hopkins I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went! And more must, in yet longer light’s delay. With witness...

A List of Netflix Movies

  I don’t normally do posts like this, but here’s something fun. If you’ve been stuck inside because of heavy snow, bitter cold, or winter in general, and need a movie to watch, here is a list of some ideas for you on Netflix.   The...

Messenger (poem by Mary Oliver)

  Messenger by Mary Oliver   My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums. Here the clam deep in the speckled sand. Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I...

The Last Days of August

      … and so the day slips   the long mournings of trees last traces of gold     © prasanta  –  August 2018     “August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.” ― Sylvia...