There is a group, let us call them the anti-fictionists, that proclaims the death of fiction. They call for an end to the…
Last night I prayed for rain,tonight I’ll do the same.I wonder if He’s listeningbut I just don’t know His ways.The fields…
I wake up slightly before dawn. The sky still covered in stars and the grass brimming with dew. It’s cold out there…
I often watch my laundry spin and spinThey make me think of you and meOf how we circle life through…