Sisyphus, I forgot to say that, thoughthe sun always dies before I’ve finished,and, when sweat and soil sting my brow, I’ve wishedthese weeds would be

Church bells rung candles ligted welcome offered we stand to sing …

who maketh stars to leap in the gaped black mouth of heaven …

The last thing the Gittite saw was a laughable pebble flung by a gnat of a boy …

The hate mail appeared in the church Suggestion Box …

After our home burned down in the Tea Fire, I started picking up trash on the streets …

Deplaning the gondola after the steep ascent into the cloud-turbaned peaks, I am stepping high …

We’d become accustomed to the wonders that he worked–the wheel that drives the mill …

Life does not consist of accumulating small comforts …

My Loud I sit beige and bubble-wrapped when all my friends forskae me for jobs …

Yes, the seeds are small, the ground hard and rocky …

The room, replete with what is about to happen, is full as well with coughing …