Life, Poetry, Relationships A Spring of Note There is, set on it’s edge, not far from where I sit a patch of spring, waiting to begin.… June 4, 2011
Poetry, Relationships Most Saturday Mornings I awake to the creak of the floor above my bed and the drifting smell of coffee, and my… September 12, 2010
Prose Leaning In Just read this short post by a fellow writer. Some beautiful thoughts on life as a parent. Read the… February 1, 2010
Poetry Boys (Hiking the Rockies) Days are hard at the age of coming up to manhood, but not quite over the ridge. Weary boys,… December 18, 2009
Poetry Who Sing The Sun in Flight Come, oh wonder-dark, with your wide heaven spaces and deep, waiting stars! Come, you silent evening song, sung to… February 18, 2009
Poetry Commuting Screaming became the speech of choice to wrap little fingers all the way around the cord Caused by minor… January 24, 2009