If God
If God should go tromping through thigh-high white drifts in Saskatchewan, you would be one of the crystalloid bits of snow hanging from her woollen pants, like...
If God should go tromping through thigh-high white drifts in Saskatchewan, you would be one of the crystalloid bits of snow hanging from her woollen pants, like...
When Jeff Buckley sings Leonard Cohen’s "Hallelujah" you may think that the world is weeping. And—having not heard the song for a long while—sho...
St. Benedict sweats the small stuff, because like many saints, he believes it’s the big stuff.
I am drawn to the earth. Imbued by biota. My collection of walking sticks tells me I’m as much flora as fauna. Cutting spirals in bark and peeling it back...