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...
Poetry
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...
