My heart is moved by all I cannot save:
so much has been destroyed
I have to cast my lot with those
who age after age, perversely,
with no extraordinary power,
reconstitute the world.
- adrienne rich, from the poem: 'Natural Resources', 1977
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all I cannot save
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white wedding, start again
Saturday, June 5th, 2021. 11:02pm I didn't go to bed until late this morning. Or, I slept for a few hours on the floor, on my sleeping bag, in the…
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everything's fine
Friday, February 19th, 2021. 1:49pm I don't want to write but I always want to write. Both can be true at the same time. It used to be that the…
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poem: & what of beginnings?
This poem was for a Reflection Entry for a 2nd Term Class. The prompt was about Beginnings and the poem by Mary Oliver was included in our notes to…
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