In the global economy of love
Although I do not have banks of data or spreadsheets at hand, it seems to me that in the global economy of love, demand exceeds supply. We are lovers by nature,...
Category: Nature
Cattails and purgatory
In the morning between the hours of six and seven there is an ambiguity inside a coffee shop that any young priest trying to make his mark as a homeletic wunder...
So many names for God
Here on the Pembina river cut-banked, clay-cliffed, coal-seamed silt-water, umber, rust, tan, buff a seagull, a squawk the high flight of a river clam the drop ...
This is a nature poem
While driving through Mount Robson Provincial Park on a clear day in late May. This is a nature poem Train tracks run along a lake. There is a trestle in the di...