I built my house under the Sorrow Moon In the season of shadows and ash Where the dell Veiled in waning willow Cloaks the cold gray earth There is no croak nor cry No bleat nor bark Where the sun has left its track And daylight idles beyond the twilight And the brooks have...
Read more →I was waiting for an answer For a sign or for a call For something to reaffirm that this had meant something after all But all I heard was the waiting Daily traffic on the street Summer heat evolving Into winter sleet Silence had its reasons Too deep to comprehend Too many words and...
Read more →When I was in college, I read a handful of books that stuck with me as personally significant. One of them stuck with me simply because of its title. In a literature survey course one semester, we read the biography of Catholic social activist Dorothy Day, entitled “The Long Loneliness”. I don’t remember much...
Read more →Tonight after I got home from work and ate dinner, I threw in the movie “In the Bedroom”, and began to watch the beginning of the film. It’s been some time since I even thought about that movie, but someone interesting on Twitter mentioned it was among their favorites, and I was reminded I...
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