That Daylight of the Human Soul

T.S. Eliot: Four Quartets ...The end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the...

We stand in the rush of a river attempting to direct traffic as if tin whistles hold any power over the shrill of rushing water. Le...

Spring breaks through like a Sunday morning.   Happiness collects at the corner of our mouths. Toes emerge from the woolly caves where ...

I generate a lot of ideas but act on so few, and follow through on even less. I hear that my grandfather was the same way. He would make gra...

I know what women look like. This height and this weight. This bust and this nose. This hair and this gait. I know what women look like a...

When I fell in love with a man, I found myself replacing that uncertain concept of G-d with his image in prayer.  Invocations I have recite...