An open letter to the Lord God complaining about the abundance of sickness and suffering
Let me begin by thanking you for delight. For I’ve sat in city parks listening to stories from mouths and eyes that know the earth, and at moments, the wo...
Tag: Psalms
Lamentations and poetry’s high calling
Perhaps it’s this illness, but my mind is a windowless basement. At the moment, a bit feverish, pallid, shaky—on the broader realm, the memory for spellin...
A confessional map of the sky
I’d like to say something about the sky this morning but I’m in our condo and the looming Fifth Street apartment complex, all 25 stories of it, keep...