2010 The fat belly moon rises between the Petersons’ barn and our woodpile. It is as wide and large as you see in doctored photos, a pale orange. Fat belly…
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August, 1988 If I hadn’t walked out to meet Bruce, dressed in my nightshirt and bathrobe, I might not have seen them. They shot straight overhead as if they were…
When I pulled John Ciardi’s translation of Dante’s The Divine Comedy off the shelf, all kinds of memories rose because the book marked the beginning of my own descent into…
Finally the fields dried enough to hitch Morgen. While the ground is still soft, she does not sink holes with her hooves, nor does the carriage make ruts. The day…
The mountains cut the sky like a butcher’s knife dismembered a lamb. We halted. Moses stopped by the one where he said he saw the bush on fire. The mountain…
The epistle reading for the second Sunday of Easter was the famous passage from I John: “If we say we have no sin we deceive ourselves and the truth is…
“I think we should put her in a nursing home,” I said, terrified of cleaning and bathing my own mother-in-law. My brother-in-law was more compassionate and set her up with…
I poured the nard over his head, massaging it into his scalp like Samuel anointing David as King of Israel. He closed his eyes as I rubbed his hair. Someone…
The sun had long since set. There was enough chill in the air, I didn’t look out of place with my cloak flipped over my head. At the Sanhedrin, we…
My spiritual companion and I have talked about the prophet as someone who feels they have to challenge the status quo or maybe even fix what’s wrong. That sort of…