February 18, 2023
Is there an edge of the world? Idon’t know, but if there is, we saton it, tossed pebbles into the foamhundreds of feet below us.The few […]
February 15, 2023
Save a chair, the room
is empty, even of dust.
The picture is small, little
detail, but the chair
would seem to be black walnut…
February 8, 2023
February 7, 2023
Despite being an old dog, he never seemed to tire of the winter. The more snow, the better. Bobalou’s celebration of each inaugural snowfall taught me to welcome the winter, to appreciate it as a season of renewal, to breathe in that cold, familiar midwestern chill as if it were a regenerative elixir.
February 1, 2023
Pastoral Suite, is a wonderous poetic movement through each season of the year, as well through the seasons of one’s life.
February 1, 2023
Her gaze was as uncertain as her every step. And although the moon was bright and the stars graceful, no one seems to notice…
January 28, 2023
Oh, Muhammad ﷺ my love for you is infinite!
If I could rewind time, I would make my way to you.
My love for you is not like a wildflower
that blooms precipitously in a few days or hours;
January 25, 2023
I’ve forgotten
so many things.
I’ve forgotten how
to say “eleven”
in Spanish and
where I laid my phone…
January 16, 2023
Coaxed by the garish sheen of Versailles gold that’s coating the near horizon, I take the day’s final hour out walking with no assurance of return.