The Lord’s prayer with edits
Our God, who rides upon the heavens, and hides in every human heart, give us this day, a basement window, and a haze of thin branches through which to view a wa...
Our God, who rides upon the heavens, and hides in every human heart, give us this day, a basement window, and a haze of thin branches through which to view a wa...
Sun rolling over boats in the bay, the lake like glass under a lone rower, the scull, a thin watery wedge. Breach of rainbow trout, screech of an osprey, wind o...
There Are No Small Moments, my first chapbook, has just been published by THE RASP AND THE WINE. You can order it here by following this link. Or if you wish, d...
I would like to be able to show you how a bird at dawn flew past my window and how by that simple act my heart opened like a flower. Was it the light perhaps? T...