Aske til Fjer

This is a poem that I wrote about how sometimes thoughts, memories, and emotions can suddenly pile up and yet pass with the simple closing of the eyes.

Fire, Cruel Mistress (With a Golden Cross We Stand)

This is a poem written about the fire that took place at the historic Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. I saw a photo taken in the aftermath of a golden cross unscaved, and subsequently saw a video of the beautiful harmonies of the people singing at the vigil in the streets the next day. Even as our world burns, Mother Mary, Our Lady, Notre Dame, still stands.