POEM: Laity Lodge Artist Retreat 2011

POEM: Laity Lodge Artist Retreat 2011

MUSIC, ART and ARCHITECTURE… the Frio River I close my eyes and listen: From my right nearby lapping on a metal canoe From my left a different rhythm on a plastic hull Beneath a third beat as the waves hit the pilings of the deck Distant dripping, flowing, rushing, A...
POEM: “The Worst Loss”

POEM: “The Worst Loss”

THE WORST LOSS – the death of a child They tell me I have experienced The Worst Loss. Why do I recoil? No one wants to be The Worst: The worst parent, The worst teacher, Even the worst loser. That’s part of it. I don’t want to be The one at the bottom. No one does....
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