A swooping hawk, Gabriel descends to a barren, unexpectant earth, his feathers a train of candles settled into a prolonged burn. Mary receives him, a haloed...
Poetry
We never made it to the seven churches on those freezing Holy Thursday nights. Spring may have sprouted on the calendar but not tonight. This was no pilgrimage...
There is longing in his face, softness and the serpent’s fall in mildness, in aching, exclusion next to misery. Hands knotted of his own accord, yielding...
The feathered clouds fingering in from the west portend a downpour in a day or two, though for now they’re high and dry. The night before the battle, spies...
December dark. 2:30 a.m., post-holiday party. Saturday, then to Sunday, in silence. I wake—sleep rendered light by red wine, so I am easily stirred by...
Won’t You part these dense clouds That I might glimpse the stars Those dancing lights Captivated in their celestial rites? For above this midnight shroud...
Two things you can do with a rock: you can add it to a pile of stones stacked atop one another in layers, the ones at the top pressing down to the ones...
Soul, seek yourself in Me. And through Me, seek Me in yourself. How lucky, cherished soul, to be able to design yourself in Me. No painter, no matter how...
In the wild We join hands With the sacred, the tempted, the defiled. All become one In the desert dance Under the penetrating sun. In this place of wilderness...
