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.
How much of that stuff that surrounds you every single day is actually vital to your path, and how much of it is in the way?