Poem: East Rim JunctionAll we had was one vague map on the lost trail which found a few. There were more hikers at the start as each scattered stranger received...
Poem: ChartreuseSipping memories like chartreuse, we were so damn happy then, when Indiana stopped the clock again— snowbound, midnight, plaid pajamas...
St. Anthony Messenger: Resurrection SongI stood quietly in the back of the sanctuary one Easter Sunday, surrounded by raised hands and lifted voices—but feeling alone. Though I...
A Dog’s Contemplative WisdomIt is morning in Indiana, dawning a new day of liberating nothingness, where we’ll gauge the day’s success through a holiday filter: by...