December Epigraph

I swear I take no pleasure
in being on the earth

but a longing seizes me to die
and see the dewy
lotus banks...

-Sappho


Nay, learned doctor, these fine leeches fresh
From the pond's edge my cause cannot remove:
Alas the sick disorder in my flesh
Is deeper than your skill, is very love.

-Edna St. Vincent Millay


Everything is not enough
and nothin' is too much to bear.

-Townes Van Zandt