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It is That I Miss You So Much

It is That I Miss You So Much

A poem from Dorothea Grossman:

It is not so much that I miss you
as the remembering
which I suppose is a form of missing
except more positive,
like the time of the blackout
when fear was my first response
followed by love of the dark.

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Rose Descending

Sharing another evening sky and poem,  At Sunset, on a summer night: Your death must be loved this much.   You have to know the grief—now. Standing by the water’s edge,   looking down at the wave   touching you. . … Continue reading

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Bright Copper Kettles: Mourning to Moonshine

During Jim’s final December, just after we learned his illness was terminal, Vijay Seshadri published a wonder of a poem called Bright Copper Kettles: Dead friends coming back to life, dead family, speaking languages living and dead, their minds retentive, their … Continue reading

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“Eat No White Berries”

The Boy Scouts of America have an honor society whose membership is intended to be voted upon mainly by Scouts who do not yet belong to it: the Order of the Arrow.  To become a member of this Order, as … Continue reading

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