Unstopping People

Ocean waves lapping at toes Straining against the known, Pushing in, pressing on sand. Searching for that sliver’s edge, New worlds calling, Against the seam between water and heaven. Unstopping people at the edge— Goshen-dreamers sketching Zion on the sky— With milk and honey hopes, like so many Diamonds pressed true to pay the way,Continue reading “Unstopping People”

I Am Half Sick of Shadows

Allusions to, and outright quotes of, this line of Tennyson’s “The Lady of Shallott” in two novels I’ve read recently sent me back to the poem. I haven’t read it in over a decade and found it an entirely new experience this time. I remember reading it in Brit Lit as sophomore in college (while I should have beenContinue reading “I Am Half Sick of Shadows”