Foothills Hospital Window
I have just come down from my son.He lies in a darkened room with his head tipped down. I drop through eleven white floors,step onto the concrete and cross th...
I have just come down from my son.He lies in a darkened room with his head tipped down. I drop through eleven white floors,step onto the concrete and cross th...
I’ve been listening to some local artists, songwriters, musicians, who bring back perspective, insight, critique, and comfort to this, our collective life...
There are, here, the makings of a miracle:a crumbling loaf of bread, like a body that’s spent its decades in pain,and two fishes, like searching eyes,and ...