On good weeks it happens twice. Once on Sunday morning, sunlit sanctuary …

ICE arrested someone on my block. Walking my dog, I saw the witness first …

to the absence of your own voice filling your inner silence …

It says right there in Amos chapter eight: “The time is surely coming,” syas the Lord …

My mind stops, one foot in the air …

I pass the big nursery on the way to see my father for the first time in a year …

Gashes in the green. Stumps and roots serve in …

Each day you wak to the same gray sky, snow covering the gass like scarves the women wear …