So, two more little poems. I can’t help it. They just pop out. Whether they spread uncontrollably is, well, not up to me. Maybe a smile amid the little glimmers of loss that intrude on the day.
When one day disap- -pears into the next without signposts hope erodes. Stop each day to cheer The heroes
Morning coffee comes to our cells, We are not in jail, we are monks of the pandemic “Go to your
Someone asked me for this short paragraph from my sermon yesterday. I thought I might as well share it with
In December, Mossy Creek Press released my new book, Poems, Prayers and Unfinished Promises. I have been so gratified by
“Gillian Welch & David Rawlings-meets-Simon & Garfunkel with a splash of The Everly Brothers“ I am and always have loved the process of how
In 2001 I was invited to speak at my college, which fulfilled a dream from my college days. It was,
Video still suspended on the internet, weathermen almost screaming fear and warning, Maps lit up with horrible storms, bright, rotating