Wherein Obscurely

Why this compulsion to write?

Misericordia. Upright
And nursing our wounds.

Surely we’ve inhaled
Some of God.

Tsuris, vespers…

And the candles
Cold as glass…

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto

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