Category Archives: The Cure for Sleep

Dear soothing, healthy, restoration-hours––after three confining years of paralysis––after the long strain of the war, and its wounds, and death. Specimen Days, Walt Whitman After each hard and slow return to the world I’ve had to make after serious illness, I turn always on my first days back up (as again now, after ten daysContinue reading “Wild Patience Diaries: Wrestling Trees (After Whitman, Following Illness)”