Sunday Morning at the Donut Palace
Everyone has a favorite Uncle. I love all my uncles and extended relatives, but I had a special relationship with Uncle Bill …
Old Dogs Don’t Need New Tricks
Last year for Lent, I wrote a poem every day. For me, Lent is a time of quiet. During Lent, I invite God …
When Legos Danced on Great Papa’s Chest
Yesterday my wife’s grandfather died. We called him Great Papa. He was a good man. One of the greatest generation. A visionary. …
Portrait of Dad as Cable Man
Here’s a quick sonnet that moves Dad from from “flawed” to “singing” at the turn. Enjoy. Portrait of Dad as Cable Man …
Living with Nine Lepers and Trying to Be Thankful
When I was in the third grade, we attended a church so small that my class met in the church bus parked …
Giving Thanks for Miriam Virgin Mother
Recently, I experienced the expansive work of Bruce Herman in an exhibit at the Cody Center at Laity Lodge. One piece in …
Honestly, Honestly, Slow Food Is Worth the Planning
This weekend at Laity Lodge. the editors of The High Calling gathered together around the teachings of Robert Mulholland. Our photo editor …
A Fair Trade for Halloween
If you know much about me, you know I love Halloween. In my family it is the holiday of creativity and theatricality. …
1000 Years of History at SXSW – a poetry response to a noisy place
At SXSW Interactive yesterday, things were a little bit nuts. The registration line was four city blocks long when I found the …
Lyric for the Llama Lady
Six years ago, I left teaching to come work at the H. E. Butt Foundation with Mr. Butt, Keith, Dan, and Vicki. …