Lettering ~ Paige Foster Perhaps it is a sort of nostalgia, this wistful feeling that blossoms like wet ink on the page every time I come across your handwriting in an old book. (I’ve been thinking about David Palladini most of the week, and this perfect poem came up last night.)
It’s been a while since I’ve posted a poem! While it might not be every day, I will be posting poems again as part of my devotions to Hela. Evening Ebb ~ Robinson Jeffers The ocean has not been so quiet for a long while; five nightherons Fly shorelong voiceless in the hush of […]
Dear David, Today would have been your 73rd birthday. You left this world, and the people who love you, just a few weeks ago, but it feels like an eternity. I had hoped to have one more visit with you, one more chance to hold your hand and see you smile, while I tell you […]
