Burning to say
You were lying on your side in our small clearing, above the North Saskatchewan riverwhile the morning climbed above the branches, riddled with plastic, and hig...
Category: Spirituality
gaudium essendi–joy of existing
The day I walked into the woods above Lake Chickacoo, Thoreau under one arm and a canvass chair under the other, with an entire day lounging before me like Venu...
Easter—Good Friday
If I met eternity in your face,picked it up on these lonely receptors,brought it to you with cupped hands,played it for you on this mandolin,sang it to you on t...
Preface to a new chapter
For what it’s worth, let me introduce myself to you as of March 2013: You could, if you wish, take me for a has-been. Retreaded once too often: the tread, havin...