The Perfect Poem
Christ wrote in the sand, where he stooped, beside the “adulteress”, who trembled, facing her imminent demise by stones, as prescribed by the executives of re...
Christ wrote in the sand, where he stooped, beside the “adulteress”, who trembled, facing her imminent demise by stones, as prescribed by the executives of re...
She walks often, almost daily, takes a well-known path through an open park, then a tree-lined street back to her home. She walks through every season; she gr...
Dented, squat, aluminum cylinder, with a flat handle the length of a child’s forearm. It hangs on a nail beside a five-gallon crock of well water that sits on...
We formed a circle around a small fire,we sat cross-legged, listening to the lake,someone had a guitar, someone passed out candles, we sang softly, our faces ...