Coming Home

Coming home may be the first truth we recognizewithout words—feet sensing receptive ground, comfortrising from the soil as breath deepens and expands.We are no different from the dog with its wet muzzlelifted to the wind, savoring with senses we still possessbut long...

Every Day Holy

Daily writing promptInvent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate.View all responses Since holiday’s etymological origin stems from holy day,shouldn’t every morning we wake to the miracle of life—on a planet able to sustain our...

Journey

In self-created confinement I dwell,waves of consciousness crashingonto undisclosed shorelines,thundering hooves of phantom horsesapproaching through the sands of time. Some might shudder at these contemplativespaces — interstices of timebefore necessary activities...

When the Bird Strikes Glass

She stands open-mouthedas the bird careens into glass—a soft thud, then feathered dustdrifting in the brittle air. Among the stubble of guinea grass,where cattle have grazed too close to bone,a dove-grey body trembles in shock,as the drought continues, broken onlyby...