In ordinary time

October 3, 2017

Dust stirs as I walk to your door, hat by my side. Long pond lies still, weeds bending, expectant. How …

The heart needs good work

January 26, 2017

All that comes to me now is the prairie, how it is empty to the casual eye, how you walk …

October 27, 2015

this morning I yearned to become that yellow leaf twirling down, catching an edge of the sun spinning past

July 10, 2015

down michigan avenue to escape into the wild, to refresh in a kind of feral opening, to stroll past the …

June 25, 2015

Boy trails old man along stream bed cuts into damp soil slips sapling into crevice weighs heel to seal the …

April 24, 2015

What is it about rows of corn stubs flipping past, electrical wires sagging in sync with the tracks, whistle beaming …