"It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment?"
Vita Sackville-West
Vita Sackville-West
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
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- The only sins
- The Almanac of Last Things
- Help me decide
- Alive
- Provisional
- Pause
- The art of losing
- And wave after wave
- What you must forget
- As branches reach
- I lived for those connections
- Context
- Darkness
- Telling its story, against the vanishing
- What lasts
- To stop time
- A song-cousin, a counterpart, a reflected image
- Again
- And then
- The Trail of Genghis Khan
- I never saw light that way again
- The comfort of strangers
- The Tundra Book
- Call and get a Sparrow House
- People of the Deer
- Peru bans GM Foods
- Lost
- Hushed
- Trying to say it
- Forests
- Consequence
- Adams
- Write to me
- Tell me again
- The moment
- Or
- Adele
- Yet within, it must be cool and quiet
- By leaves we live
- Rage
- Saying
- And a time to share water
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