On Intimacy

Mending Wall Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,And spills the upper boulders in the sun;And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.The work of hunters is another thing:I have come after them and made repairWhere they have not left one stone on a stone,But they would have the … More On Intimacy

No Thing

Can you believe it? I haven’t even been to this site in weeks, let alone thought about a post (well, that’s not entirely true, but Almost) in a month. But now, O Reader, we have only (not including today, as the hardest part is already over, the part when I haul my eyelids open and … More No Thing