When death comes, we take off our clothes and gather everything we left behind: what is dark, broken, touched with shame. When Death demands we give an accounting, naked we present our lives in bundles. See how much these weigh,… — Linda Gregg Copy Share Image
“You return when you feel like it, like rain. And like rain you are tender, with the rain's inept tenderness. A passion so general… — linda gregg Copy Share Image
“Kept Burning and Distant” You return when you feel like it, like rain. And like rain you are tender, with the rain's inept tenderness.… — Linda Gregg Copy Share Image
So many want to be lifted by song and dancing, and this morning it is easy to understand. I write in the sound of… — Linda Gregg Copy Share Image
When death comes, we take off our clothes and gather everything we left behind: what is dark, broken, touched with shame. When Death demands… — Linda Gregg Copy Share Image
“The sky is grey, the air hot. I walk back across the mown lawn loving the smell and the houses so completely it leaves… — Linda Gregg Copy Share Image
