-
·
Are we willing to see the ways that poverty kills?
a poem (with commentary) about the relationship between poverty and suicide—and our common willingness to ignore it.
-
·
When we feel as if there is nothing we can do
a poem about feeling helpless, hopeless, in the face of political division—and why we ought to trust our instincts.
-
·
The Art of Softening Hearts
A poem for the family, for peace and hope and love, for the time and willingness to be together, to make things more real, alive.
-
·
One Week is Not Enough
To understand what we’re doing. Learn how to love. Be the person God is calling me to be. Expecting things to just be different.
-
-
·
I wrote a poem in the water
I wrote a poem in the water.Swimming with the familyit flowed and buoyantly carried me,along the beach, drifting likememory or expectations.Inflated like a float,I somehow became free of both.
-
·
Grandma’s Cookies
I made my grandma’s cookiesyesterday. My kids didn’t reallylike them. And why would they?They don’t really resemble a cookieat all. They are far more like agranola bar, cut into bricks and stored in plasticware. I remember them always in the pantry. Enough for visitors–the grandchildren, of course. I’m not sure we liked them much, but…
