April 3, 2026
A crown of thorns he wore
On that judgement day
He carried his own cross
To show us all the way
His crown was not of gold
With jewels made to shine
It was made for pain
April 2, 2026
I thought tonight would be easy.
Their plan was simple,
but it all depended on me.
What if it went wrong,
someone recognised me —
drew attention to my cover?
What would I do?
April 1, 2026
March 27, 2026
March 24, 2026
The list goes on, and each day I look at my calendar,
glad for these events
and the ones to come,
but as for decorations,
I’ll keep them in boxes this year.
March 23, 2026
This exercise
of deleting a year’s worth of emails
that I do
every January…
March 20, 2026
It is the middle of March
and a five-foot evergreen tree
lays flat on top of a garbage container.
March 18, 2026
I wore a clover behind my ear. You laughed and said I was always reaching for luck in the wrong places.
March 17, 2026
He used the shamrock
to tell the Irish of the
Holy Trinity.
So we honor the
saint who taught the Good News of
Christianity.
March 17, 2026
Here’s to an isle, an emerald isle, set in the glassy sea.
Here’s to the saint who blessed it…
March 13, 2026
My father carried a black bag
bulging with the magic of his trade —
powders, ointments, penicillin pills —
to coax an ailing patient back to life.
But at home, where doctors cleanse their minds…
March 10, 2026
Bleak midwinter is on the wane. Frosty winds with milder wafts
fan iron-hard earth to coax stone-cold waters into a thaw.