Conventional Grace
A couple of blind men, siting on the curb, hoping to be heard by someone rumored to be an itinerant healer, yelled, waved, flailed, and in spite of being told t...
Category: Beauty
Mortality Occupied
Poets always offer perspective. Maybe it’s the autumn leaves but this ancient Hebrew stanza laid me out again. All flesh is like grassand all its glo...
My Niece’s Wedding
My wife Deb and I just got back from performing my niece’s wedding. (James and Ida Marie) I have a brave niece. We’d never done anything l...
In this park
I see in this park, a subspecies of reality, forms of life, death, and beauty. I see beautiful people. Faces, bodies, all symmetry. I see friends, walking ...