In my twenties I said to God: “I can’t stand it when I don’t feel Your love. It’s horrible, depressing, I ache and . . .” He interrupts,...

It’s how we’ve lived with Love that combed her hair into silk and the foolishness we’ve done for her that dusted blush upon her face and...

we were like them once young eager fertile quick-headed maybe loud cocky a kaleidoscope of confusion or bluster stumbling around blind...

down the shower’s drain up in the smoke of daydreams robbed from the cradle of half-awake birthed outside the strokes of a keyboard far...

it was I believe the tsunami’s nineteenth surge waves of helping hands

dip a pen into the well of yourself you never know what hitches a ride on the underside of a feeling and turns the simple plan of a plot...

first it was the Creator’s then our mother’s before the lap of the world took us in and I think that somewhere inside everyone an orphan...

call me after you wake up for the last time say nothing till I arrive I don’t want to miss those first word choices or the paint stroke...

in a splash of speech a little damp understanding comes from your words but with some whispers a muffled instruction to remind secrets...

I’ve heard it said Man is in the midst of a storied migration to the fabled City of God but it wouldn’t surprise me to discover that we...

dawn will be as it’s always been the daily opening of sleep’s dark womb light will bend in certain ways to escape the coma of night and I...