Still
Earlier this week I went to write a poem about an epiphany I had at my friend Jen's
Harvesting
During the pandemic we tore up most of our small urban backyard to build raised garden beds. Three years later,
Ordinary Time
Once a month, on Monday mornings, I join a group of soul divers for a Soul Writer's Circle.
Numinous
We talk freely about loving people, loving a favorite song or a favorite film - even loving a place. Can
Prayer Beads
My dear friend Jen and I met in the bathroom of the Albertson's grocery store in the small
Yellow Lights
I remember driving to a meeting through Austin traffic, winding along a stretch of road that's filled with
Crumbling
This morning arose with a busy day ahead of me: back to back dental appointments for myself and my son,
Family Reunion
The sunflowers wave
as I step outside to cut parsley
for the small red potatoes I've
steamed for
The Path
A few years ago I began creating a "Book of Love," a psalter of the heart. I was
Last Supper
Yesterday, in my monthly Soul Writer's Circle, we were asked to write a poem about embodiment. One prompt