Poems and pictures from the Sonoran Desert
In time, after many hikes, with our hosts (my sister and brother-in-law), these prairie-born eyes gained some pause and poise—enough at least to walk within, le...
In time, after many hikes, with our hosts (my sister and brother-in-law), these prairie-born eyes gained some pause and poise—enough at least to walk within, le...
Caraganas grow wild along this river.A transverse tangle of stocks and stems,their yellow flowers, somewhere within,ache for bees. Through this forest of crosse...
The earliest stories I remember hearing were in Sunday School, read from the first book of the Old Testament. The language sounded odd, elevated; and what our b...
Scan the globe. Violence rules, its forms are legion. There may yet be hope, but it is only in universal reconciliation, which, if you’re of a realist ben...