Monthly Archives: March 2017

The Well of Grief, David H. Whyte

Posted on 27 March 2017 by xineann

The Well of Grief Those who will not slip beneath the still surface on the well of grief, turning down through its black water to the place we cannot breathe, will never know the source from which we drink, the … Continue reading →

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Sam Hamill, from Four Letters to Hayden Carruth

Posted on 19 March 2017 by xineann

Pilate asks, “What is love?” For which I substituted friendship, which is love unburdened by erotic passion, but informed by love’s kindliness, if not by the inevitable necessities of dialectic argument. And so I begin again— “My dear friend,” I … Continue reading →

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Darkness, Lord Byron

Posted on 10 March 2017 by xineann

I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air … Continue reading →

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