A Center that Will Hold

A Center that Will Hold

Even as we all are hurtling apart, following diverging vectors, there is comfort in the circling. Even our anchoring sun, who hectors the planets, orbits in a greater sky. We all circle and are circled by. We seek the very center that we fly from— the power that both...
Easter

Easter

I believe in the resurrection. With its birdsong and flowery filigree, springtime is a useful simile, but the meaning moves in only one direction. It is a life that was, and then was not: true flesh with dirt beneath the fingernails, an eye color that history has...
Broken: a poem for Elijah in his grief

Broken: a poem for Elijah in his grief

When he broke, the yoke of him spilled out and there was an anger in his sadness. Horror at the young boy’s laughing shout, the sickening mirth and ringing gladness over the destruction his hands had wrought. The boys had found the nest beneath the leaves on a...