© 2019 Vincent Hostak The trouble with gratitude is the same as its blessing. I begin by thanking the ash tree for being. Then how it looked in the rain when I was once struck by sadness or how its bark felt to the fingers of a blind friend. How it’s branches resisting its gustsContinue reading “The Ash Tree, Thanksgiving 2019”
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A poem. Now, let’s go to the Wildest Place: the Heart of All Souls Eve and Day
Now we honor those who slipped beyond the veil. It is my parents I’m thinking about this dimming day and a moment abstracted in a photo.
Wild, Abandoned 