“Look look: a May-mess, like on orchard boughs”
If a small band of you come together to see what Camus might mean when he said, a person’s life purpose is nothing more than to rediscover, through the de...
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Mother’s Day–Daily Bread
My grandmother, standing at the door, my mother enjoying a break from chores. (1930’s) This is a slightly revised version of a piece that was published in the E...
Zachariah, Peter and Sly Stone–A dream in waiting
This was the second poem written for Bleeding Heart Art Space. Today on the (western) liturgical calendar marks the sixth Sunday of Easter. In two weeks, after ...
Old Town Canoe
Spring is breaking up the ice, the rivers are awakening… What sets a canoeing expedition apart is that it purifies you more rapidly and inescapably than any oth...