William Stafford

 A Ritual To Read To Each Other – William Stafford

 A Ritual To Read To Each Other – William Stafford

If you don’t know the kind of person I am and I don’t know the kind of person you are a pattern that others made may prevail in the world and following the wrong god home we may miss our star. For there is many a small betrayal in the mind, a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break se... »

The Gift

The Gift

The Gift Time wants to show you a different country. It’s the one that your life conceals, the one waiting outside when curtains are drawn, the one Grandmother hinted at in her crochet design, the one almost found over at the edge of the music, after the sermon. It’s the way life is, and... »