Lines No One Chooses to Write
Heavy fog this morning, chaining down the night, and the garbage trucks are out collecting, and I’m inside without a light on. Dear friend, what’s it like to ...
Month: March 2026
You Are My Beloved
High on a mountain, after much prayer, weighed down with sleep, the disciples hallucinate. Or perhaps dream a dream, or see a vision, or experience the thinne...