A few extracted bits from my journal:
- Though I'd like to remain an optimist... believing in that which is so minute / it leaves no shadow trailing.
- A hint of something greater / God sitting on a pin head.
- A dog whose gender was truncated / his head on a pillow keeping / his thoughts to himself.
- The boundary between them / more a smudge than a line.
At Age 92 - Ruth Stone deservedly is named Vermont's State Poet [here]
On the war.....