Something We Don’t Pray For
And standing on the rim of the new yearwith, undoubtedly, too much hope, and at the same moment, too much worry,like middle managers returning from a monastic...
And standing on the rim of the new yearwith, undoubtedly, too much hope, and at the same moment, too much worry,like middle managers returning from a monastic...
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...