The Quietly Singing Thing

When aloneness looms like a giant shadow on the ceiling, when it windmills its wings and it screams in both...

Cleanse Me of Certainty

Cleanse Me of Certainty

Cleanse Me of Certainty The river is swirling, swirling. The banks are far from my sight. The fast waters frighten...

Happy 97th to Mama

(Marie Lafayette Himley Sartori, 97) Her Abiding Gift Marie, beautiful baby born ninety-seven years ago, I welcome you again to...

The Best Seat on the Beach

When the rains came down, I had a front row seat. While I watched, agog, from under a beach palapa,...