?.?. Distain bled from the studio mirror Arial inherited, from Aunt Janeen. Her bulging thighs, tattooed (one-inch blue-block letters): ???????? on one ?-???????? on the other. ?.?. An unexpected visit, Fr. Flynn (just call me… Read More »Potatoes
Oh, little heart, have you not heard, the Singer, the Song, the center of all that is, telling the pastures green, stilling the waters by? Comes He within the scraggy mist, words suring and… Read More »The Shepherd’s Voice
I was drownin’ in Covid, drownin’ in can’ts, drownin’ in a baptism of suffering, downs, outs, shants. Robbed, and robbed again by the robbery. Went, up to Jerusalem, on… Read More »DROWNING IN THE LIGHT
Winter found a man that wasn’t goin’ no where. Raised hell with him and ten kids. Old now, the man gone, kids grown, mostly alone, Winter considered her life, considered the locked doors,… Read More »Before I Die
This poem reflects Mary’s experience of going to the tomb as it is portrayed in two resurrection stories in John’s gospel (John 20:1-10 and John 20:11-18). The first passage is proclaimed in the Sunday Readings… Read More »RESURRECTION