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
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
Video still suspended on the internet, weathermen almost screaming fear and warning, Maps lit up with horrible storms, bright, rotating