Prayer at 3 AM for one loved and laying long in a hospital
Lord, lead him beside those still waters, those green pastures,for his dreams glare of florescent halls,and his thoughts are collections of knives....
Author: stephen t berg
Hound at my Heels
With His mercy like an unclaimed mongrel,Following, still following. -Ronald Duncan I’m ash in a respectable urn.I’m a rock rabbit blending in. I mimic the ev...
Rod Punnett — Mindful Artisan, Kind Philosopher, Practitioner of Harmony
“Everything has a pulse,” he says. We’re having coffee, sitting in a small alcove high above Finlayson Arm, that lurid-blue limb of sea that narrows toward Go...
Splinter and Log
On a sun-splattered path through a stand of birch, we walked back to his hermitage for tea, but an Indigo Milk Cap caught his eye and he stopped,and brought t...