Against

To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes
to let it go,
to let it go.

—Mary Oliver

Poem: Against Opulence

Poem: On Turning Ten

Poem: In Blackwater Woods

Rage Against The Machine

Against All Odds

Against Forgetting