She has given more than all flashy-robed preachers and religious entrepreneurs. This place of worship, built from widows' m...

Birds are awake, and the clouds are dazzling white. The trees and I have begun to thaw again. The broccoli plant, forgotten, starts t...

The soul does not occupy euclidean space. The shortest distance always curls. A straight line will lead you off into the wild b...

O mother Monica, patron of drunks and dehydration, pray for us who thirst for righteousness, for those of us with self- restraint suffici...

What if love is love? What if the colloquial bastardizations are its essence after all? What if I love you the way that I love ice cream and...

We bombed a hospital, perhaps in error. Human shields? Certainly they shielded humans. When the enemy is terror, There is no reasonable ...

After the dark day, I held you lightly. Rage spent, we watched the moon grow bright again. It had only been our shadow, and all the world...