Some Easier Enterprise: A Short Play
Adapted from the short film “By the Water” What if we find Some easier enterprise? There is a place… Of some new Race call’d Man… Thither let…
Laundry Room Prayer
From the warm, stilled drum I retrieve and fold Our clothes in blue-gray morning light in the Mud Room. Mud Room, we call it the Laundry Room,…
The Bible: A Memoir
I identify myself as an individual across time…. And my doing this is an expression of the deep individuality that is part of the human condition –…
Running on the Beach With Rebecca
Bike tire treads, tributaries on sand Stamped with footprints, paw pads, the soles of shoes, Stream before us like kite strings with ribbons. Could we run these…
Dragon Killers
March snaps like the Dragon with claws that sting. The red-shouldered hawks, male and female, ring Sky and air as they call to each other. The male,…
Hudson: A Short Story
Super flumina Babylonis Hudson Burrows knows today will be the day he fixes his son, Caleb. He mulls over his plan, while in the garage, in…
The Women Will Be Here Soon: A One-Act Play
"I seem to see all the most desperate of men threatening new false denunciations." - Boethius A TWO-CAR GARAGE, disconnected from its home. A WINDOWPANE frames…
Who Shall Declare His Generation? Sonnet Prayers Through the Gospel of Matthew
Matthew 1 The Book of the Generation of Jesus Christ JESUS, “God with us,” who begat mankind, May your life and your words begat in us A…
Electric Birds
Out in that vast dark we had to keep sight Of what brought us to that desert kingdom, Beneath which swam the darkest currency. Soldiers to the…
Darkest Site: A Poem
Darkest Site, in whom zero light appears, Swallowing all quanta into yourself, Even the hard devotion of peering Eyes that record and measure and weigh all Of…
Dusk of Fall in Two Frames: A Poem
Under ash-colored clouds the peaks of hardwoods going bald tremble like a hopeless remnant clinging to old, exhausted scalps. Watching the vault of heav’n the crowns of…
The Shovel & the Song: A Poem
Chinquapin fields yielded more than just rows Of okra, cotton, or tobacco leaves Seventy years ago. A boy with hands Borne to work like shovel and spade…
Not Vanity: A Poem
It is not difficult to define the place that physical labour should occupy in a well-ordered social life. It should be its spiritual core. - Simone Weil…