Another simple prayer poem, fully realizing the month my father died and the month my brother first learned of a tumor inside his head. But March, more than Eliot’s April, even before the roots are stirred, is also when life begins.
03/04: Introduction To Mimus Polyglottus
03/05: Sunday's Coming
03/06: Generations, Part 1
03/08: Generations, Continued
03/09: Mimus Polyglotus
03/10: Moleskin 2.2: I Am Named