Have you ever stopped and listened? To the clanking silverware, to the cicada choir, to the hum of a dozen engines at an intersection, to...

Once a year, all the words would gather together for a banquet. Big words and small words. Curse words and holy words. Normal words and...

Here, in this hermitage in the woods, sat a man with his typewriter a half-century before. Thousands of words, from his spirit,...

I have a whiteboard hanging in my living room on which I write mantras and quotes and ideas and other random things like grocery lists...

The other day I was having a miniature faith crisis (you know, just another Tuesday), so I met up with my mentor and asked him my burning...

"Embers" is the third and final poem in a series of three poems about winter. The first two are "Osiris" and "Teresa." Body, where did...

To give all I can is all I know. To pour out all I am, my devotion. The mule with its will and its hope to attain the prize that is...