Faith, Fiction, Friends

I don’t feel blameless or innocent; I grumble and dispute, so much dirt on my glass that I should be called Saul of Tarnish. Litt...

The window glass is not clear but it is not colored, no stain to reflect reds, yellows, blues. The light filters through, suffu...

Then: She sits on the hood of his car, a 1938 Packard owned by his funeral parlor father. Unsmiling, she looks what people ca...

Silver shiny metal in black leather holsters and thin strips of dotted paper we called caps that promised to explode if hit pre...

I opened a book, selecting a place at random, and began to read from mid-sentence, to see that it is only a fragment of time, t...

It is not a season but a memory, or nest of memories, of day camp and Bible school, hot sand on hot beaches, sunburns, snowball s...

A child, face pressed, watches blurs of greens and white and blue flow in uncoordinated motion, sees them for an instant and the...

Singly and together we crowd into the designated space, careful to avoid the edges and the inevitable cuts, but we are so many an...

It’s just a patch of dirty water, nondescript, huddled by the curb, silently waiting for evaporation as it reflects upon its shor...

Partially embedded in the sand, a nautilus, chambered, broken perhaps by driftwood or a foot, carelessly trod until the crunch ...

The child in the mirror spoke back to me, responding to a question I’d forgotten; he didn’t remember the answer to the question...

It is a pain that leads, leads to acceptance, leads to resignation, to exhaustion. It cannot be soothed, not now, perhaps fo...

I walk with William Wordsworth as he walks his field, his field of daffodils, a yellow sea moving in the wind invisible. I wal...

He turns his face to the city, fusing its past and future in one weeping moment, an immediate joy, an undeniable sadness. He...

It awakens him at three in the morning, first with the flash of anxiety edged with panic, then the dark, rainy gray of resignati...

Walk on a rocky beach seek a single stone a white stone worn smooth and buffed by large hands using the sea to sand and gr...

Hearing the voice ahead, we dance among the trees, we dance among the trees, moving forward, hearing the voice ahead, dancing ...

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

Shards of hallelujahs litter the floor, shredded like waste paper, forgotten, not made I was here once before, walking on ...

He dreamed for years, until the dream formed words, and sentences formed story, and story formed yet another dream. The dream ...