The Starry Night
The town does not exist except where one black-haired tree slips up like a drowned woman into the hot sky. The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars. Oh starry starry night! This…
The town does not exist except where one black-haired tree slips up like a drowned woman into the hot sky. The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars. Oh starry starry night! This…
I don’t know what I did to deserve such amazing parents, but I can say that my gratitude becomes deeper, and richer, and more expansive every year, as I realize more and more how extraordinary…
What a day! It was pure chaos. Nevertheless, here is a stanza from Mnemosyne 26, Richard Wilbur’s “Apology.” Such lovely words: You, in a green dress, calling, and with brown hair, Who come by the…
My gorgeous mom and my gorgeous daughter in a joyous moment at the beach. Melissa Studdard is on Facebook and Twitter. She writes on Johntext Texas. Visit her personal homepage www.melissastuddard.com and find out about…
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