My clergy writing group resumed this past week, after some months off. It looks like we will start a blog for the group to share what we do sometime the beginning of next year. Until then, our prompt was two poems by Emily Dickinson related to facing death (one of which featured a fly). This is what I wrote:
“I am of an age, now, when limits and mortality are in my thoughts with regularity.
I’m not sure when they were ever absent, mind you. (more…)