The HawkThe hawk sits on the phone wire like he owns the world. I call my son over and we watch him from the window our necks craned up so that...
Little Stones“I Wake Close to Morning” by Mary Oliver “Why do people keep asking to see God’s identity papers when the darkness opening into morning...
Those Who will be ComfortedWhen I write, I have the propensity to dither a long time over what to say and how to say it. This is mostly for your benefit, dear...