Emily Dickinson Winter Afternoons –That oppresses, like the HeftOf Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –We can find no scar,But internal difference –Where the Meanings, are – None may teach it – Any –'Tis the seal Desp...

When you said people did you mean punish?            When you said friend did you mean fraud?When you said thought did you mean terror?            When you said connection did you ...

When our days become dreary with low-hovering clouds of despair, and when our nights become darker than a thousand midnights, let us remember that there is a creative force in this universe, working to pull down the gigantic mountains of evil, a powe...

in the painting we are running somewhere towards a hole where all the/ people we need to forgive sleep, burrowed below their grim winter/ grasses, fury they are — // eger to pet them, sorry, we say, we're late in our forgiving. Come out, come out,...