Not Far Off – Something Bright
Perhaps the old year will pull away like a train, leave us standing on the platformunder an oleander dawn,wanting to bloom. And not far off, as close as Janua...
Perhaps the old year will pull away like a train, leave us standing on the platformunder an oleander dawn,wanting to bloom. And not far off, as close as Janua...
Today I write to commemorate the little-known work of a woman,a maker, an artist, a seer, and as life demanded, a marksman. And a mother who lived, for a time...
The light shines in darkness, and the darkness comprehends it not. – Gospel of John Something human,something we all comprehend,namely, the dark incom...
By the rivers of Saskatchewan, there we sat down, and wept, not like Babylon, not like Jeremiah, not like the weeping horses of Merlin, just us grassland sods...