Laundry
One day
we stop using our dryer.
I don’t know why,
my parents don’t explain.
Better not to ask.
I stand on toes,
fingers strain
to reach dry clothes
in our
Cormac McCarthy at Christmas
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
–W.B. Yeats
I have at times found myself at a loss to explain to another person why I love
McCarthy’s writing. It
Thoughts & Texts to Accompany Your Advent
Nov 29
“But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with
healing in his wings…” A curtain closes and a 400-year wait begins. 1
Nov 30
And the
Rose 62
he
is
loose
the
stain
of
the
principle
he
color
of
rose
of
the
rising
circle
little
based
directly
on
the
cathedral
very
lavender
by
the
average
correlation
of
the
auburn
of
the
Being Near The End
Editor’s Note: This reflection on the end of David’s life was consented to by
his family. We would like to thank them and and his friends for this intimate
look at