Solstice The darkness comes as early as it will. All the voices stop as the children begin twirling slowly on the playground of the church, arms outstretched, mittens dangling, gazing upwards. Never-ending snowflakes are falling everywhere out of the darkness onto their faces, into their open mouths, no longer cold or hungry or scared or
Oh People, my book is live! Find it at Amazon.com. Also available at Amazon.de,  Amazon.it,  Amazon.fr Amazon Description In 2005, Scott Taylor found a metal box filled with photographs in the boiler room of the house he and his family had just moved into. Some were color photographs from the 70s, others were much, much
  A lonesome twister lifts blossoms into the air then ceases to be   ≈   Early morning grey, the world without human sound— the birds don’t miss it   ≈   The usual rain but the playing field’s grass is taller than ever   ≈   Winter’s given up letting the sun have its
Archaic Torso of Apollo We did not know his unheard-of head in which the apples of his eyes ripened. Yet his torso still glows like a candelabra in which his vision, just turned down, holds its own and shines. Otherwise, the bow of his chest could not blind you, and a smile could not run