January. The month of lists, resolutions, promises. Hope. I’ve never liked lists. They get lost. They’re incomplete. They stare down at you from the fridge door when you’re going for some ice cream. They nag. Resolutions and promises? Easy to … Continue reading Hope
Hope Redux Light shakes its starry head, turns to the angel’s eye. Many live in the motion that has just been born. The singular in ourselves refutes death, invents all we know of one another. *** This is a found poem created from the poem “Hope” by Lisel Mueller which I heard recently on The Writers Almanac. Continue reading Napowrimo 10/30: Hope Redux
