I would speak the way first  light does in the gradual sighs of the sun’s slow, heavy breathing as it […]

I had family in Oil City,  a fishing camp outside of Titusville.   The memories of driving from West Virginia,  later from […]

“And on the eighth day, God created the blues.” I wake with the sense I missed the crossroads. The intersection […]

Being is confirmed by nothing. That is the eternal equation, proof everywhere in the words, “I didn’t mean that” spoken […]

. . . after a few days, the fresh snow is not so fresh. Melting at edges where you’d think […]

I cannot yet see the trunks of trees in this predawn. I know they are there in my front yard, on […]

Christmas is a spirit-filled time of year.  If we only dream but once a year, this is the time of […]

I am going back in memory and, therefore, time to the first inklings of love at church camp in Summersville, […]

I am exploring time as if I don’t  know what it is and I don’t. I am trying to make […]

“We – suddenly, like sometimes the moon, are full” because we know the promise of fallen leaves, the winter grass […]