March 25, 2013

Received Ruminate Magazine, with Mark Richard’s kind and interesting comments about my story.

This is the longest dark morning ever. I woke from petulant dreams, which is to say I was petulant in them. I think they were sort of set in the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul, which would make anybody petulant.

Palm Sunday come and gone. I had a horror of it, but that was from when I was doing two services and the passion reading. It seemed doable yesterday. I wanted to write poems for every day of Holy Week, but I am dry.