Five, seven, and five: not really haiku, but still  a good exercise. Okay, so maybe I'm not really done with my "haiku" st...

Christmas comes suddenly, whether we're ready or not. The long waiting and anticipation is over. In an instant, the water will freeze ...

January, 2001 (everything changes, but somehow it always comes back around again...) I always seem to think best with my fingers in hot, ...

The other night, Andrew asked Willie what Bible story he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear the story of Lyle. You know, the friendly Vik...

For this there are no words, but only groanings. Still, we must speak; we must speak on behalf of the silence. Words are wind or ...

My poems collapse: no sonnets, only haiku. Twitter is to blame. Actually, that's not entirely true. My muses had already traded iamb...

Valedictory victory of the kindergarten class, remember that the greatness of your glory soon shall pass. I'll come a...