The Mayo Clinic and a Pan Flute and the Candlewood Inn
Sometimes there’s numbness. Not unlike your son’s limbs. Who leans on a sun-bleachedmaple wood cane as we slow-walk through the clinic’s achingly cavernous lobb...
Month: March 2021
Sing
Zion says, “The Lord has forsaken me, my Lord has forgotten me.” Can a woman forget her baby, or disown the child of her womb? Though she might forget, I never ...
Twenty-one Understudies for the Word Mercy
LA, January, 2012, GrowMercy Twenty-one Understudies for the Word Mercy Tray full of morning light — with coffee;Wild spirals of cliff swallows and six-wi...
Your Muse is an Alcove in a Starbucks on Jasper
Among the rhythms you miss most is rising at half-past four, hot shower, kissing your wife who awakes from her dream, “Oh sweetheart,have a beautiful day,” and ...