“Good morning, Ada.” “Fran that is a very boring thing you do. Very borning. ‘Good morning’ every morning.” “Poetry so early.” “Poetry?”...

Luke, fictile warm babe Now pupa worm nursed, cold, dead Yet born too anew. Babe first in flesh made Dead, now a seed in life loam Next...

Should we mind the pain? We who suffer grief and loss? Is our rot their gain? HE set the standard “Bloody! I cry! I suffer! They. Saved....