By Clarence Allan Ebert Fearful It’s a hot Thursday night & Sorrow sleepsthough less soundly than a fattened newborn,tired of poking her nose into everybody’s business. I am free to find bright glintsthe sun surrendered to a happy, so it seemed, shooting stara sliver of temporary brillianceafter all day bounding over the moon,and prepare my … Continue reading Today, Part 5
Academy of the Heart And Mind 