Monthly Archives: September 2015

Sept 7 — “Open your hands, if you want to be held. . . . “ I seem to keep meeting Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi lately. This poem is part of the weekly 7 poem selection edited by “A Year … Continue reading →

Friday September 4  —  “. . . the voice of your eyes . . . “ e e cummings would have objected to my world view on just about every count, as I would his.  Which demonstrates to me that … Continue reading →

Wednesday, September 2 “There is nothing worse than to walk out along the street without you.” Sometimes we bend into the strange work of study and teaching at the begining of full-time school after time away. Sometimes it takes days, … Continue reading →