"My mother took care of her own mother the way she took care of her children, tirelessly, thoughtfully, with a firm grip, and a great deal of love." " And I learned something, I'd thought that no one but me could save the people I loved, but that isn't true." "Life is short and we do not have much time to gladden the hearts of those who travel with us. So be swift to love, live without fear. Your Creatorhas made you holy, has alwaysprotected you, and loves you as a mother." " A cold hard wall grew up between us. For years we stood on opposite sides and glowered at one another."
Write me a sonnet with the wind in it, please. --Jeremy Because we both heard separately the bark of the hungry storm last night--he there, me here-- the wind tossing itself through the dark between us, he wrote and asked. So wind, appear, I say, because he wants you. Flap and nip and yowl, Chinook, Samoon, Diablo. Today your sizzling breath, your deadly flip of freezing squalls tomorrow. As you blow through flutes, blow through these words. Let me draw you in and out, be near, be quiet, be our slow breath, be us, be nothing but the bright ah! you are. We want your presence, though we fear it.
In the end, just these rags. And breath and spirit.