Daily Bliss

Bliss, ©2014. I had a daily Bliss I had a daily Bliss I half indifferent viewed Till sudden I perceived it stir — It grew as I pursuedTill when around a Height It wasted from my sight Increased beyond my utmost scope I learned to estimate. Emily Dickinson

A Quilt of Glass

Glass Quilt, ©2014. Glass The song sparrow puts all his saying into one repeated song: what variations, subtleties he manages, to encompass denser meanings, I’m too coarse to catch: it’s one song, an over-reach from which all possibilities, like filaments, depend: killing, nesting, dying, sun or cloud, figure up and become song—simple, hard: removed. A.… Continue reading A Quilt of Glass