- - You’re getting warmer. Warmer. WARMER. You’re HOT! Oh you’re so HOT! This was not the game of dating come-ons. It was the game of HOT...

- - Inge and I are away at the lake with our books and writing tablets, tucked in under the rickrack of oak leaves outside. Indoors, surr...

- - What and where I was a few nights ago I wasn't a star. Not a rain cloud. Or a rose. I was not the barn, or a bird flying out i...

- -   Our Lady, and the onions of Chartres Her mismatched spires grow like flamboyant Gothic stalks of wheat and corn out of the fec...

- - I haven't said much here about my journey away from religion. I'd rather not get into it much on the blog, as it's a conver...

- - "Four Directions" by stained glass artist Stratoz My friend Stratoz invited me to write a Nouvelle 55 based upon one of his ...

- - We rode with 3,000 or so people in the Zoo-de-Mack from Boyne Highlands to Mackinaw City Saturday. Mackinaw City is where the Mackina...

- - Digging for Now In the womb of a candle glass, the flame bobs like a bird’s head, wary of what comes on a breeze that is able to sn...

- - What color is prayer? In December we saw an installation by visual artist Jitish Kallat at The Art Institute of Chicago called Publi...

-- Inge and me after walking in the Making Strides event This is my best friend, Inge. She is a breast cancer survivor. Today we walked a...

- - Excuse my wandering. How can one be orderly with this? It's like counting leaves in a garden.   ~ Rumi The keenest moment is not ...

- - This isn't another ode to turquoise - but it could be. You know those guys who threaded along the Silk Route with tin pots and trin...