In this park
I see in this park, a subspecies of reality, forms of life, death, and beauty. I see beautiful people. Faces, bodies, all symmetry. I see friends, walking ...
I see in this park, a subspecies of reality, forms of life, death, and beauty. I see beautiful people. Faces, bodies, all symmetry. I see friends, walking ...
Last night below my window I heard: “Stop! Police!” I heard feet racing on the grit littered back-alley asphalt. And then I heard the dogs barking a...
It was approximately the twentieth spruce cone, the one that whizzed into the back of my folding chair, where I sat reading, that made it impossible to ign...
We once thought, in our juvenile righteousness, that loving God was enough. It was of course the greatest commandment. We even said things like, “Love God...