Beyond This Room
Sure Thing
It is that with which the wind blows
And the snowflakes carry from the skies
The mountains echo in their deep crevasses
The sky possesses in her blue, graceful expanse
The child has in her smile
The earth …
Sure Thing
It is that with which the wind blows
And the snowflakes carry from the skies
The mountains echo in their deep crevasses
The sky possesses in her blue, graceful expanse
The child has in her smile
The earth …
I lived in a small community outside Wheeling, West Virginia for seven months in 2020. New Vrindaban – a spiritual community drawing on Vaisnava Hindu tradition, current population 100 people and 70 cows – was my refuge from COVID-19; a …
One of my favorite photographs hangs in my bathroom.
At its center is a wheelbarrow, with wooden handles, braces, and legs. The ten-spoke wheel is iron. Cow chips – dry dung – are stacked two feet high in the tray. …
This summer I walked behind John in the woods. I followed him as he followed the trail. “Flies are getting bad,” he’d grumble, reaching for the tobacco in his pocket. I quickened my step whenever John puffed on his pipe, …
I followed my mother down a winding forest path.
The trail head peaks through the trees that line the softball field down the street from my house. You wouldn’t know it was there if you weren’t looking for it.
Gnarled tree …