In a list on a website Jim had never heard of before, number six instructed grieving partners to “carry on with usual activities.”
Olympus of Nothing
It’s too early on the ferry, but here I am, buying champagne for breakfast. The attendant at the bar rolls his eyes, or maybe he’s secretly delighted – it doesn’t matter.
Do Sheep Dream of Other Sheep (and other poems)
The sheep does not know/
it is alone, that miles away/
there is a lushness to a land/
beyond its vision,