January 2012
65 posts
“Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
I SAW in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
All alone stood it, and the moss hung down from the branches; Without any companion it grew there, uttering joyous leaves of dark green, And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself; But I wonder’d how it could utter joyous leaves, standing alone there, without its friend, its ...
“Gifts of grace come to all of us. But we must be ready to see and willing to...”
– 1/17/2011
One Year
