This evening, Alice Greenspan reads one of her poems. “May it bring peace and joy in some small way.” Humble as a grain of sand, Tender like a baby’s hand, Peaceful as a blade of grass, Transparent like a looking glass, Gentle like the spotted doe, Dazzling as old winter’s snow, Quiet like the early morn, Hopeful as the new day’s dawn, Spacious as a clear blue sky, Loving like a lullaby, Sacred as a holy grail, Breath-filled like tall […]