And never forget that writing is as close as we get to keeping a hold on the thousand and one things--childhood, certainties, cities, doubts, dreams, instants, phrases, parents, loves--that go on slipping , like sand, through our fingers.
A thin film. Agreed, but you shine a flashlight very well.
Thank you, Judy!
Brilliant poem! (yours, I mean)
Thank you!
A thin film. Agreed, but you shine a flashlight very well.
Thank you, Judy!
Brilliant poem! (yours, I mean)
Thank you!