Creed
I don’t believe myself
believing in beliefs
breathed into being by
some dreamweaver and sons
incorporated. Truth
be told I just believe
in disbelief—the sun,
the further, and that holistic
enchilada, dear.
~Son Rivers 2006
FRESH POSSIBILITIES
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Today we will look at a seasonal poem by A. E. Housman, taking it verse by
verse. XVI — SPRING MORNING Star and coronal and bellApril underfoot
renews,And ...
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