If I Could Cry

In a poem titled The Quarrel by Stanley Kunitz, he writes: “If I could cry, I’d cry, but I am too old to be anybody’s child.” As I reread many of the poems of this Poet Laureate, I found some poems that resonated. I have been feeling down lately. Sad because of the violence and hatred that seems to appear everywhere.  Sometimes I want to cry … Continue reading If I Could Cry


We mourn those afflicted by addiction every day of their lives in anticipation of the inevitable.   fearing the way they may loose their souls one day   it seems too easy for some to get high the question is why they need to live such a lie they fool no one but themselves they escape nothing but hurt everyone who loves them   what … Continue reading Addiction