we cannot calculate what we have lost as other species tumble into death the Ash tree standing through the windy frost no longer lives to take and give us breath we watch in horror, … Continue reading →

Were the other sisters ever envious of Saint Teresa of Calcutta? They worked side-by-side with her, yet remained as nameless as the rag-colored bags-of-skin-and-bone souls they lifted, washed, spoon-fed and cradled through suffering. Did they feel equally-sainted in God’s eyes? … Continue reading →

I am debating with the reddening sky the nature of the ideal horizon. Perhaps, the still whiteness of the northern most mountains refracting the first light of a newborn day and sending it scattering dancing over icy lakes or possibly, … Continue reading →

Certain times of day are ideal for dusting depending on the location of the windows within a room the way the sun exposes any crumb let this stellar confessor guide the cloth and always begin from the highest point leave … Continue reading →

Bob Sill had a Bravo! bass voice rumbling, rich with thunder tender as warm rain quenching the thirsty church and theater halls but he loved to farm the land. He’d drive his tractor digging into the hard soil singing the … Continue reading →