My reason for laying beside you and smelling like beer When you finish reading this I want you to be able to paint The sky I saw when I walked out To the garbage bin at dusk. Look up past the spring buds Blurring the kinky ends of the ginko To the ribbon of sky, [...]
Fifty years ago, my mom was at the beginning, my dad was at the beginning, I was about to start. We were all in Worcester, in the little apartment. Nine months was coming to an end: the marriage was 11 months old. What voices ran through their minds? It was a starting out. They were [...]
On late days one summer, I would walk through the rich heat to the small chapel in the sacristy in the rear of the church, off the corridor that joined the monastery and the church together. Bishop Ansgar would say Mass each afternoon: sepulchral, solemn, devout. What I can remember about those Masses was how [...]
What if each moment you lived was imbued with a purpose that had such clarity, such consistency and such intensity that it fed an inner sense of well-being and self-esteem? I know that my personal frame of reference would be to doubt the validity of this meaning, as if the only acceptable posture toward life [...]