In college I never understood poetry. Certain distant acquaintances walked around in what appeared to be some sort of haze. People spoke of them, with awe, as poets. I didn’t grasp their poetry…
POEMS by Ruth Holloway: Finding Joy in Life
How do you find joy in life when your world is falling apart? Is the nature of a lot of my unhappiness that I expect too much out of life, out of others.










