Two Poems for the Pan*****
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.
Reflections on faith, music, and community by Gary Allison Furr
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.
Morning coffee comes to our cells, We are not in jail, we are monks of the pandemic “Go to your
My daughter is an executive coach and a counselor and sent me an article this week in the Harvard