Poetry

My father planted, every May,

She who is known by myth and association

Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow. –Isaiah 1:18

We grabbed hold of goggled Howard as he

The kingdom of God is within you. –Luke 17:21

The kingdom is inside somewhere all right.

Once again the nightmare. The blueblack plume,

“Before time had a name….” –William Stafford

At noon today

Another thick book of testimonies—

Roads lie buried here

“From dust you come and shall return”

The war blew out your stained glass windows