Only a God with a sense of humor would invent the Brussel sprout: miniature green skull concealed beneath cowls of many shades of green, opening to dozens of...
Poetry
Unloading from our Sunday drive to the Edmondite shrine, I stretch my back stiff from the road and poor sleep as my kids shout, bolting for the beach to cast...
The stone walls stay cool on this late summer afternoon. Bushels of golden apple light tumble through my small window, casting a yellow square on the floor...
Haws push through tips of thorny branches, turn from green to red, scent of meadowsweet rises on wings of gladness while pink blackberry blossoms emerge with a...
God’s Beauty O Beauty far beyond all beauties of the world, you cut without pain, and painlessly you ruin the love of mere creatures. What a knot you tie from...
Was he always like this – since you were little boys? Irresponsible, self-indulgent, immature, But your father doted and declared, “playful, fun, what joie de...
We drove north from Seattle for two hours to see them, geese traveling from one faraway place to another. Evening approaches early in January, we turn down a...
