January mask
The play and pitch of light on a tree, the taste of morning air, a grey-laced cloud, the push of an east wind, a red sky, a wan moon as seen through an upstairs...
The play and pitch of light on a tree, the taste of morning air, a grey-laced cloud, the push of an east wind, a red sky, a wan moon as seen through an upstairs...
His name was Nick and he had a face that by nature fit the stub end of a Churchill cigar. One of those broad round faces with thick features atop a largely abse...
It is hard to believe God lives outside the house of earth,beyond the lawn of stars, and the fenced-yard universe, out in the timeless cold, his raw breath, his...
This prayer returned today. It’s from Wendell Berry’s collection of Sabbath poems, from the book “Given.” Teach me work that honours Thy work,the true eco...