Picture this:A room, dimly lit,You and I,Words, and soundsOf a melody we love…
Maura was flittering about her sun-soaked kitchen in her happy, distracted way. Bright…
by Gloria DiFulvio
She took two steps forward on the dock, her toes suspended off the edge, her arms outstretched…
At the end of Fr. Paulo’s first year of silence he was given the traditional one word with his superior Father Sergious. He had…
When the demons stop screamin’ it’ll all be alrightEven though right now it looks like endless nightAnd…
I’m sitting in a burned out skeletal frame of an old Cadillac on the side of Route 66 just…