'And they lived happily ever after ...'

The lily pads on the little dam felt like delicate embodiments of the human children of all ages for whom the world is at this moment grievi...

Last July, I bought  Wild Voices Messages from the Soul of Africa , a beautiful and helpful book and card set.  I met the author, Anne Ke...

Greater Matter is slowly galumphing its way into the world. I'm onto the fourth draft of  Sacred Space , which is the third section of ...

Nothing at all The cry for help goes out - you sms a friend about your struggles - she returns it with a prayer or something, something...

Two poems of darkness in a process that is helping me to understand Norman better.

Never Part Christine's rescue horse, Light, got the first wadge of my anguish into his thick mane; the road home (to make a polic...