Faith, Fiction, Friends

After Isaiah 55 I watch the rain steady drops without pattern a simple profusion of atomized water refracted by light as it f...

This morning I took a walk in the rain; it was very wet. This morning the rain changed to snow, and then I was very wet...

This rain, cold, already has drenched my American walking shoes and socks, each step a frigid squish to the tune of Yankee Dood...

I listen to the rain, trapped within my walls, fearing to brave the storm, waiting until it relents, allowing me to walk the ga...

It’s not winter yet but it should be             leaves gone             frost, chances             of ice, sleet          ...

I sit near the door man in tights black Lycra shorts my favorite jersey six-years-old yellow helmet tucked under my arm I...