As for the rivers inside my heart, they carry floating baskets–some with chrysanthemums, some with tough, dark rye bread from old Finland. And there’s the stray, broken branch of a willow, floating like Cleopatra in the shallows. And water rises and falls like all routes to the sea.
Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University
