Monday

Well, my plan to go to the den­tist this morn­ing was thwart­ed by the fact that the clin­ic is closed ’til next Mon­day. It would have been very nice of them to say so! I did, how­ev­er, get many errands and…

Poem: Invocation

Invo­ca­tion by Mau­rya Simon O God–who art dust mote and fern spore, salt crys­tal and dog-star, who art refin­ery smoke, cumu­lus, leaf-rot, dish­wa­ter and spin­drift– how can I know thy invis­i­ble move­ments through this world, when thou inhab­it even the debris of lives, the…

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