Restful and Wakeful

  The bells that now enliven me reverberate each hour with a different melodic phrase. They make me a repeating...

Out of Chaos

Still making ourselves? Good, so is the world. Don’t give up on either one. Out of chaos, creation. We’re alive!...

Prodigal Word

Do they gather somewhere, the words that hide from my mouth? Do the ones that won’t come to my tongue...

For All My Cousins

Fetched from far time, it’s the startling truth: Every living being’s my cousin. What? The toad, the mayfly too? The...