Faith, Fiction, Friends

Today is the beginning of National Poetry Month, and we have a poetry dare from Tweetspeak Poetry . It sounds simple: read a poem a...

You listen to a sermon, you take a few notes, and then you begin to see something else. In this case, a poem. That’s the origin of a p...

Manhandled, shoved humiliated, judged expediently condemned hands washed thorned beaten whipped scourged blood dragged, hauled to t...

Walking the hard packed earth (or is it moon dust?) in dying sunlight, a cruising Crusoe shipwrecked, seeking food or any other hopeful...

Sky, sea merge into fiery red; sands gray, green, kaleidoscope into color, absorbing, swallowing, consuming trumpet blast, siren cal...

A Sunset Fades A sunset fades atop the hill, snow-packed blue, the barren aspens streaking dying colors of orange pink red gray ye...

Walk between walls of light gray stone. Touch well washed sandstone, basalt, silica, quartz; jagged points, edges sanded smooth. Exper...

My wife and I were talking the other night about some major decisions ahead of us, and I mused a bit about the career I’ve had for 37+ years...

Friday concludes National Poetry Month for the United States and Canada (the British do theirs in October), and we’ve been talking it up a ...

“How many times I saw my western city/Dream by her river.” -- Sara Teasdale , “Sunset: St. Louis” from Flame and Shadow "A mourning fi...