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...
Poetry
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...
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...
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...
