A stack of books showed up on my desk one day.
Thoughts on a trail with no vistas, one foggy fall morning in 2014.
I hadn’t written poetry for years. Then a friendly challenge provoked some quiet, stillness, and a few stanzas that emerged.
It’s rather confusing. Sometimes it’s funny and illuminating, but usually it’s disorienting, shocking, and even disturbing. Welcome to your transition.
Not long ago, I received an email stating that an online publication I followed was shutting down. Before that, they were generous to interview me about writing, crowdfunding, and publishing a book.
There’s no straightforward answer or magic formula of biblical texts that produce a singular view of politics.
With our things in storage in Minnesota, where the bitter -15 wind chill taunted our sense of comfort, we packed a few things in the car and drove west.
“If we don’t encounter liminal space in our lives, we start idealizing normalcy.” It was snowing in South Carolina when I pulled the door shut on the moving truck…
“A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey…”
Nothing is guaranteed, but some risks are worth it.