I’ve Had The Slow Murmur of a Paris Thought

She had an uncanny energy for lifethankful for every little miracle it bestowed—and it made herentirely impossibleto live without. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com 

“Leisure” by W. H. Davies What is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughsAnd stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight,S ...  Show more

This is the story of the first… and last… love poem I ever wrote. I’ll also tell you about the village that experiences the most unusual weather patterns: once a year, it rains... fish.  Learn more about your ad-choices at https://www.iheartpodcastnetwork.comSee omnystudio.com/li ...  Show more

Stained glass, friends who listen, late-in-life-love, and mother-daughter closeness 

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