A Deer Screams — Beauty & Brutality at Home and the Hills of Vietnam
The most horrifying sound I’ve ever heard came one night soon after we moved here. A scream of pure terror …
The most horrifying sound I’ve ever heard came one night soon after we moved here. A scream of pure terror …
Seamless Being I’m not sure what there is to say anymore about being me,Who I am-was-will-be.We flow together seamlesslyWithout end. …
Slowly this summer I’ve been reading and savoring Mary Oliver’s book of essays Upstream while sitting on my patio sipping …
Our lives are full of curious and mysterious things, and I’m quite certain what came before our birth and after …
And yet we know it’s all just one continuous unfolding as one day or year slips seamlessly into the next. …
This phrase from my poem Brimless Being is becoming a mantra I turn to often these days. It’s about the …
Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and the pain of …
What is it about the fragile, fleeting, and flagrant beauty of flowers that can so break a heart? I wrote …
I took two months away from blogging, most of May and all of June. Some of that time was finishing …
I wrote this poem for a novel I’m writing about love and war in Central America. It’s written in the …