this man speaks light into dark places. thank you William James for wrecking me with words this afternoon. sometimes a few tears are enough to remind you that you are still breathing and that everything is going to be ok…
It’s thirty minutes before
my reading in Lock Haven, and
the coffee shop is an echo
of an echo, a whisper in a wasteland,
I could swear that I just saw
a patch of tumbleweed
loping effortless over Main Street.
I’ve driven two hours to read
poems for a ghost town,
and I’m delaying
the…
to all my followers: if you aren’t familiar with William James’s poetry, get yourself acquainted. he is one of the best...
this man speaks light into dark places. thank you William James for wrecking me with words this afternoon. sometimes a...