Full reclined for cleaning, and agape…
Poem for Hugo in His Second Year
Grandson of pilot and of diver, you…
Learning Grace
Pushed up like wheat by prairie energy,
Suffer Little Children
“Suffer little children” did not mean that…
Santa Clara Review, Issue 108.2 (or read 108.2 archive, scroll to page 104 in doc)
Sky Above Clouds
High above eastern Pennsylvania…
Donations
I’m thinking, as I bag these for Goodwill:
Shy Ponds
Most ponds are shy, reclusive in the trees…
Lifting Off
Tightly packed as apples, and gently bruised…
Quilting
These phrases, stitched together, must convey…
When Boys Are Lost In Caves
When boys are lost in caves, we should go in.
