Poem: “Epitaph,” by Merrit Malloy

Poem: “Epitaph,” by Merrit Malloy

When I die Give what’s left of me away To children And old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry, Cry for your brother Walking the street beside you. And when you need me, Put your arms Around anyone And give them What you need to give to me. I want to leave...
Poem: “The Man Watching,”  by Rainer Maria Rilke

Poem: “The Man Watching,” by Rainer Maria Rilke

I can tell by the way the trees beat, after so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes that a storm is coming, and I hear the far-off fields say things I can’t bear without a friend, I can’t love without a sister. The storm, the shifter of shapes, drives...