Her voice wraps me in soft dark chains.
mornings you squirrel-chirped sentient blessed the dust floating in the shaft of new sun long-awaited fresh-faced flickering quivers bouncing out your skin to the first thing you see daren’t think of anything but now now now the peaches almost look ripe, still in bud long afternoons you got high on oxygen deep breath and whoosh you were fast falling into the blue past the grass...
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If...– Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)
A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without...– E. B. White
Notes on Arab Orthodoxy: Met. Boulos Yazigi... →
theorthodoxbrit: Very sad news. The brother of HH Patriarch John X, Metropolitan Boulos of Aleppo has been kidnapped by Syrian Rebel fighters, as has Metropolitan Youhanna of the Syriac Orthodox Church Lord Have Mercy. Pray for their safety and the safety of all Syria at this time of great uncertainty.
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the...– Charles Dickens
howaboutnobear: Singing along.