Kinship
There is a kinship on the train, I think. We move while seated in the thin silence of a common noise. We are united in one goal: to arrive.
View ArticleHumiliation
Pigeons floated down upon me, shadows feathered black and gray that occupy corridors emptied of light, and landed on a plaza of speckled concrete under the watchful gaze of a steel sphinx. Perhaps I...
View ArticleA Winter’s Drive
Snow drifts down in a white quiet rain flakes softly bless the windshields of cars with kisses of virtue Traffic crawls in a slushy mess churning downy winter into a mash smoked gray with traffic’s...
View ArticleOf Things Ice and Of Things Fire
As I walk along the morning pave, dusted with salt and snow and sand– O deceitful light, Frost! The dome’s awake! And I dream of walking warmer lands. Morning folk sleepily gather in a vortex of polar...
View ArticleChicagos
This is a poem I entered in WBEZ’s Carl Sandburg’s poetry contest. You can hear the winning poem here. Chicago is a fairy tale: A saw-toothed ridge of glass and steel cutting through blue waters. Where...
View ArticleMorning Offering: Two Poems
Author’s Note: These two poems are part of a collection I am writing about the morning. The sunrise brings hope and anticipation. It can also bring fear and anxiety. The morning dawn is the veil...
View ArticleA Morning Hymn
Saint Catherine of Bologna counsels that we should always remember God’s glory. The best way for me to do that is to find God in all things, even at the morning train station: I wait under the blueing...
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