Seventy-seven pounds of wool on that merino sheep who got lost
in the Outback.

Let the sparrow take a chair at the Juneteenth table with Elijah …

You said, Let there be light, and there was light. And you saw that the light was good …

On the night he was supposed to be betrayed, Jesus strapped on a Glock under his cloak, just in case the breastplate of righteousness didn’t

Unnoticed except by their Maker, my wife and me–a dozen sparrows blissful at their ablutions …

We drove nails into His wrists, air reeking of animal remains and criminal bodies piled next to the horse trough …

meaning click tongue when crossing the street for joy of having legs …

Ice crusted sheets over November puddles bespeak more of the future than this cold day …

Among the earliest of sins …