The newborn fell asleep beside her mother who died in the early morning from a blood clot in her brain.
Quiet and lovely, Beth's death was a loss for millions of little girls.

Their bodies were found five miles apart in the kitchens of their homes.

I sat at the bedside,
as I’d seen my sister do.
I told him things
I never dreamed I knew.

I am looking at a movie
In which the monster is
Never seen—so far.

The suffering that wrings through our mouths
we mix along the fissures asleep,
drunk like young fathers.

Quarter in hand to see "Raising the Dead"—
But they forget everything, the dead.

The Flood of '94 in Georgia?

Things

Things, no matter what they are.
Can get out of control.

 

Hakeldama

The priests have a problem
on the borderline of ethics and accounting

 

He writes his memoirs. He is trying to explain the place of the hero in a system of necessities, to reconcile the notions of existence and fate that contradict one another.

      I give thanks to You for all of this jumble of life, in which
      I am drowning since time immemorial helplessly in dead
                                                                                                           earnest

The dew drops from the white magnolia tree, same as the last year.
She will stand by the window, calmer than in winter.
Caught by the scent of spring, she will bring stolen branches