It is We'n'sday, when forgotten words hold forgotten letters. Still, we carry them all: Aeneas, Anchises, the statues o...

One grain at a time, slowly they lay their loads down, return again into the ground to gather more. The tunnels deepen. The ant...

The oaks have been good mentors over the past year. I will miss them. They tell me not to worry about it. I am trying to listen. They also t...

The pure in heart, beautiful earth between their toes, shall surely see God reaching down to wash their feet with tears and pur...

The right feelings are always reasonable; sound logic always sings. Head and heart may err unaware, but each notices the other...

You do not have to gather the light all alone. It's too strong for you anyway. Deep-rooted trees and flickering grasses wil...

Did she like it? He didn't think to ask. Did she want it then, at all, or that way? Did she like it from an armed stranger?...