Month: June 2025

  Robin sings loudest out on the Shaganappi, high in the cottonwoods, her shrill celebration of dawn liftsmy soul out of its shoes to touchdown on the helium-gr...

  Those days, I was rotten with virtue, and God was on my lips and Jesus in my heart, and I walked like a man lending a hand to the Holy Ghost; the Trinity, alw...

  Praise God in the swirling mass of shapes and sounds—this cosmic expanse of spiraling galaxies, shrouded planets, streaking comets, sprinkled and strewn...