Faith, Fiction, Friends

I have a friend who is one the sweetest, gentlest men I’ve ever met. He loves his family; he loves his friends; he loves God. He’s ...

It was a good week for poetry (lots of poetry) and fun (The Piano Guys have a great version of “I Want You Bach!”). But nothing moved m...

Every so often, attorney / writer/ poet Seth Haines has a guest post on “Why Poetry?” Today, I’m the guest writer, on the Poetry of the W...

Sit quietly, and wait. Watch for the movement. Sit quietly enough to feel the movement, a flutter, downward, a sensation of m...

Three blog posts stuck in my head this week. Three different subjects, three very different writers, and yet they do share at least on...

Once, only in summer: they came, brown-bagged from the A&P, opened to reveal spheres of black-red purple ripeness, place...

Spectacle corporate spectacle personal spectacle by kings and queens there is no spectacle like a Fat Tuesday spectacle a ...

She sits in the half-light, facing the bed with its tubes, wires, humming scanners, glucose bags extended above, all working o...

Cousins running wild; aunts and uncles smile and sip Mogen David wine. Father bastes at stove: turkey with oyster dressing; ...

I sat sedately while the master painted me in brush strokes sure and swift, confidence unbounded. I wore my new green dress ...

It occupied its shelf, resting, this green bottle holding memory and promise, waiting for its moment of glory. The young proprie...

Done nobody put on a tailgate party like us LSU fans do a taligate party and the beer do flow, ma cher, and the shrimps do boil wi...

Little did I know that when I improvised a short poem (contained within one tweet on Twitter) back in 2009 that it would me to a regular...

Rose petals fall among tumbleweeds of dust blowing into crevices, splitting my imagination. I saw fire on the lake flaring, ...