Winter Afternoons – / That oppresses, like the Heft/ Of Cathedral Tunes – / Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – / We can find no scar,/ But internal difference – / Where the Meanings, are – None may teach it – An...

“You know what I think?" she says. "That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're all just fuel...

Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God. —Aeschylus Indianapolis was my first grown-up city. Indianapolis was the fi...

"A brood of little ladybugs is wintering with me, one has just wandered across the paper—take it for a good omen!" Rainer Maria Rilke I have seen several ladybugs recently. We are in the throes of winter and they don’t usually make themselves ...