Who I am.

I write about the landscape of grief, nature, and the wisdom of fools. The author of four books, my essays, poems, and reviews have been published in over 50 journals, including in the Huffington Post and Colorado Review. I’ve won the River Teeth Nonfiction Book Award, the Chautauqua and Literal Latte’s essay prizes, and my work has been nominated for four Pushcart Prizes and named a notable by Best American Essays. My account of hiking in Yosemite to deal with my wife’s death, Mountains of Light, was published by the University of Nebraska Press. http://www.markliebenow.com.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Hope Does Not Have Feathers


Hope is the thing with … barbed wire.

It most definitely does not have FEATHERS, all fluttery and light, although it might if a circus clown like Emmett Kelly was trying to sweep up a spotlight with one, making us feel sad at his seemingly impossible task. That would capture how I feel. 

Hope is a great stone mountain. It doesn’t move.

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