Myself at the end of winter’s long, cold rope

Thank you Ted Kooser for sharing such a perfect poem for this day by Susan Kelly-DeWitt. I think I may be at the end of my own long cold rope with winter on this day–when nothing is enough–punctuated by a Coke frozen solid and cleft in two thrown to the ground in the barrenest parking garage ever…’tis bleak… Continue reading Myself at the end of winter’s long, cold rope

We are not tragically bound to the starless midnight

Starry Midnight,©2014. Ink and acrylic on paper. Martin Luther King Jr.’s Nobel prize acceptance speech turned fifty this year too. It resonates as profoundly today as it ever has. We need only believe and continue to act and never lose sight. “I accept this award today with an abiding faith in America and an audacious… Continue reading We are not tragically bound to the starless midnight