This slender string
It is dusk. On a bench on the west side of Beaver Hill Park, a man is bent over, throwing up. His girl friend is balanced at the far end of the bench, watching,...
It is dusk. On a bench on the west side of Beaver Hill Park, a man is bent over, throwing up. His girl friend is balanced at the far end of the bench, watching,...
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...
This is a steel rimmed wagon-wheel I reclaimed from the bush. I set it up against this spruce tree over ten years ago. Over the years I placed rocks at the whee...
We are given joy because we are given death. And heavenwill be its name until we arrive and know the true end of time. – Sally Ito (On Joy and...