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 →

After you have scrubbed and gowned in that chilly-green cotton as I fall into the dreamless land that lies beneath this icy-white drift before you reach for the scalded scalpel take a moment to see me where I fit in … Continue reading →

              HUP 2 3 4 The peep-peep-peep from the hallway is not a fluffy chick, under incubator, but some measure of infusion or rhythm holding the line between earth and heaven’s reward (so, is … Continue reading →

            This year, this year, this year is finally done My mother’s ashes washed beneath the waves And priceless friends have seen their setting sun My tears, with other’s, salt upon the graves Today the … Continue reading →