In the Ardennes forest the hunterpauses, seeing by glint or trick a crucifix among the bramble of antlersjust as he draws the bow, ravening for the twang and...
Poetry
Does grace come violently? That is not my story, except the part where my grandmother is dead and took every story with her. As I write, someone says a squeaky...
I dreamt of my father the night he died. Then for a few years, he’d be there in my sleep. Not directly, but at my side, or sitting nearby The way the closest...
On their walls Jonah emerges from the whale after three days: this sea scene—not the cross— is the sign of the Resurrection. The three Wise Men— first Gentiles...
When Jesus was condemned he took up his cross but then fell. His mother helped him up as did another, who wiped his face, but still he fell again. After...
As we step over stones,weaving like the roots of olive trees along the misty hillside,I slip on a glimmer of sun on slick rock. Peter chokes down a snortbut...
This crazy world is almost overAnd I never got the chance to plant a tree.A tree the way that trees used to be.We live in them now since the plague—Or rather...
1He loads fresh water,then he packs the summer fruits,salt fishes, and drybread.He shrouds his knife;it hangs, hidden in lambskinsofter than an infant’s gaze...
We are flesh made for water, bone and soul. Our thirst cries out, gritty voices longing for still waters, the promise of rescue. Delivering the remnant from...
