Jumpmen
How strange that the most recognizable image of one of our most recognizable
people bears so little resemblance to his reality.
You’ve seen it. A silhouette. The legs splayed in opposite directions.
Humanity
Vultures Fell on Grandma’s Cabin
When I was a child, having eight grandparents meant little more than extra
presents on Christmas. Now, I look back and see what I missed — the terse
conversations, stiff hugs, and apologetic, early
Still Moving: An Interview with Maggie Smith
Right now, on some corner of social media, someone is sharing Maggie Smith’s
“Good Bones.” [https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/89897/good-bones] A
wildfire in 17 lines, it was named “the official
With and Without
Standing in front of the humble wooden door of St. Ethelburga
[https://stethelburgas.org/who-we-are/our-story/] at Bishopsgate, its simple
gothic arch and stone façade an inviting refuge amongst the glassy giants
crowding
An Air in a Minor Key
We reach for what lies always out of reach,
and so we touch each other along the way.
The opacity of you that cannot be gotten through
returns me to the senses of