our men are never finished our women only begin our sunset women, our people of the dusk our sadder but wiser women and all folk who...

I am a cross-section of the Living God the Samawati starling that’s me more like a vessel of water overlapping on itself Samawati...

A man uncomfortable with his age, at a party under a tree far older than he, said, “Couldn’t they at least change the beat once in a...

resilience is not always a stiff upper lip it is not always silence sometimes resilience is screaming the throat sore and bruising the...

a season, a season sing to yourself a season but to your bones it is deep, deep winter

I. Every day she walks in the door a stranger. II. Even together we touch more air than skin. III. To love the distance is to love...

Calling all gods everywhere — make yourselves useful; cease your petty quibbling and show yourselves. It has appeared that unless you...

love, noun: actually the opposite of what you thought — not the rush of blood to your head, to your heart. not a verb, or at least not a...

when the moderns said each we are only ‘I’ and then we die — i wonder had they ever felt forgiveness? and then, a dear friend whom I love...

There was a chance, at that early point, that everything would work itself out, and in the order and manner that I anticipated....

To the darkness, I say, do not be otherwise. I will not blaspheme you. I will not sell your soul. Not to hope, or time. I will not behold...

i will always trust someone who tells three stories to tell me one truth

What is space were blue instead of black? Would you still fear death? And if the rotted leaves were shown to breathe, The trees upon...

I think we ought to retire ‘god.’ The name decommissioned and made defunct. People mean so many true things and ‘god’ obscures them. They...

one late afternoon through a window in a room i stand without a golden- willow wind within our garden swept up and through and whirled...

hold to me to my own truth — love is long and round and raucous and shall not hold you down to a name but a way of being to a creed but...

i ask of the miraculous, be and if you cannot grow a garden and of the transcendent, descend and if you will not grieve with me i ask of...

Kindness darts like lightning. The man who owned the fourteen motels, before any other could (and others would), he bought a day of peace...

Often as I walk and think, I pull flowers from stems and stems from branches. Now they are here and there, in the air and in the story....

A single-page obituary told me more than you ever did. I never made the drive, which perhaps was selfish, perhaps was simply sensible....