Dear Friends, I am listening to Christmas music. Why? To get myself more and more awake to the true meaning of Christmas. Maybe I’m...

How any poem is created is a mystery to me. How concrete (shape) poems like the three below happen is an even greater mystery. I had...

I look at the shadows growing long in the yard. They come from a tall maple and our old ribbed house. There they lie on a hard yard like...

A cloudy sky, but a tiny bit of light seeps through. I want to feel that light, its warmth. I want to stop the car right now, stand in...

It’s ten days before Christmas, coldness has settled its haunches in our valley again, and things are breaking: the gas line that comes...

God blessed me with lots of brothers and sisters. They came in every shape and variety. I’m the oldest girl, second child. I grew up...