Tag Archives: Sylvia Plath

“And I know what it means to be alive” – Vol. 42

“—we can lie on the bed and imagine ourselves away—” – Allen Ginsberg, Collected Poems 1947-1997    *** If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me And just forget the world? Forget what we’re told Before we get too old Show me a garden That’s bursting into life Let’s […]

The Beauty of Air – Vol. 5

In lieu of a witty introduction this week, I’ll open and close with the simple understated beauty of air. That which we take for granted nearly every waking moment, until we have too much of it, or, conversely, not enough. We’re always hustling, always bustling, always on the go go go. Just stop. Stop for […]