Sometimes I say I’m going to meet my sister at the café—
even though I have no sister—just because it’s such
a beautiful thing to say.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: confession, Karin Gottshall, lies, loneliness, poignant, rain
Sometimes I say I’m going to meet my sister at the café—
even though I have no sister—just because it’s such
a beautiful thing to say.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: confession, Karin Gottshall, lies, loneliness, poignant, rain
There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win its service to my side are useless as wounded pride, and much more painful. – Maya Angelou Postscript: This one is for all of you who, like me, are unable to sleep some nights, or […]
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Maya Angelou, sleep, unsettling
The fiddle is not fit.
The bells, never clear.
The honey’s never sweet.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Robert Phillips