“[Cats] can do this because they can twist around in mid-air so as to land on all four feet at once, with their back arched so it can act as a shock-absorber,” Bradshaw explains. “If they manage to right themselves far enough above the ground, they can slow their fall by tempo...
Or more likely, she took her poems to a workshop and they were ripped apart, and vowed not to leave herself open to that humiliation again. Her poems demonstrate not just innate ability, but hard work, the craft of the edit, the refusal to give up until every burr has been rounded ...
which can’t in part describe her worth to me. For now this truth resides within my heart; it can’t be love without infinity perhaps loves are alike; all burn but some a candle flame compared with our white sun Posted in'proper' poetry,love poems|Leave a comment ...
I have been searching for a way to describe the indescribable. I feel as though I climbed this huge mountain, saw an incredible vista and now I am back on the ground, trying to relate what it looked like. I suppose there are words…somewhere… but it's like trying to describe ...
Since then I feel different–healthier, physically stronger, and wiser and with so much more clarity and calmness. For the last month, when thinking about what I was going to write for this post I was trying to think of a word to describe this feeling. Then I saw Jane Fonda speak on ...