Rough Drafts
All is Love, Love is All.Every morning I listen to these lines, the ethereal voices, the honeyed harmony, the music passing through me like filaments of dawn,...
All is Love, Love is All.Every morning I listen to these lines, the ethereal voices, the honeyed harmony, the music passing through me like filaments of dawn,...
A couple days ago I had the honour of reading with three poets, each one outside the insular advantage of my own culture. And as much as I consider myself enlig...
Brief note: Raised in a conservative evangelical tradition, sermons on prayer were as common as “Amens” from Deacon Ted or Betty’s scalloped potatoes on potluck...
Stroll into any old story, the ones they used to tellin prairie town coffee-klatch cafés; the ones they used to share in small sober groups and store up for mid...