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,...
Category: Writing
Your Muse is an Alcove in a Starbucks on Jasper
Among the rhythms you miss most is rising at half-past four, hot shower, kissing your wife who awakes from her dream, “Oh sweetheart,have a beautiful day,” and ...
Dear Citizen Reader
The other day I was congratulated by LinkedIn (such intimacy) for owning my “business” (Grow Mercy) for 14 years. It’s a nice number. No less employed by the go...
The brown fog of electoral wasteland and the excarnation of the religious right
As all Grow Mercy readers (the crowd in the phone booth) know, it’s not often I hold forth politically. But the spectre south of the 49th has me seeking ...