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Like all who believe in the senses, I was an accountant, copyist, statistician. Not registrar,…

In the broken place where we live, hope can be found in the cracks If…

All these mornings are one morning; over and over I am greeted by the new…

Grains of hope still remain Memories invade my brain When I seek peace I feel…

I found him on the porch that morning, sipping cold coffee, watching a crow dip…

Do you love things that cascade? Do you adore rain falling in sheets or over…

She begins, and my grandmother joins her. Mother and daughter sing like young girls. If…

On a fortunate day, when night and day meet, and some silence passes between them…

It covers everything, fine powder, the earth’s gold breath falling softly on the dark wood…

We humus-honed flesh-toned matte-finished mortals dwell on the dome of a miracle: a sparkling and…

call it our craziness even, call it anything. it is the life thing in us…

And a poet said, Speak to us of Beauty. And he answered: Where shall you…

. . . and silence is the golden mountain. —Jack Kerouac Listen. Turn everything off….

“This prayer from the Rwala Bedouin people belongs to a richly complex ritual performed by…

More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s…

What would you do if you really knew that life was wanting to sing through…

Thank you for this day made of wind and rain and sun and the scent…

Glory of plums, femur of Glory. Glory of ferns on a dark platter. Glory of…

He has flown headfirst against the glass and now lies stunned on the stone patio,…

For Josie On the day when The weight deadens On your shoulders And you stumble,…