The following are poems that sprang out of my journal. I’ve been taking a class in contemplative writing that has brought me back to the smarts opening the gate for…
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Sunday, March 8, 2026 The wind is brisk this morning. The sky so clear and clean I could see the faded gibbous moon off to the east. When the moon…
February 19, 2026 My gosh the train was loud this morning, so loud it hurt my ears. I watched two engines pulling tankers to the east. My phone dinged, so…
Do you think Abraham studied the stars, so that when God found him, and said, “Your descendents will be as many as the stars and as the sand of the…
I walked up to the horse farm and back listening to Martin Shaw’s I Set my Mind on the City. It was the first walk back after the bitter cold…
Monday, January 19, 2026 One evening I looked out the window, Orion was close, and swollen, to the west of the barn, in front of the kitchen window. Where before…
Friday, January 16 While it was still dark, and I would remain in sleep, the snowplow scraped by. He went north and came back south. We had a bit of…
When I woke before dawn, the day looked dark and lowering, the moon cloaked in heavy clouds and silent. Last night’s wind had calmed. Finally, when the sun rose, when…
Sunday December 28 It’s raining warm buckets today. I let Mrs Horse out to stretch her legs, but the rain is so persistent, she stood by the barn, her hay…
The day before Christmas Eve I walked Omalola behind the shed and manure pile. The sun had dropped behind the horizon to pull in a darkness with presence. The clouds…