Napowrimo 10/30: Hope Redux

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