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March 31st, 2015

My First Easter

Jim Beam was kept in the barn. Drinking was devil’s work. It was Grandma’s conviction, confident as Grandpa’s need to sow beans today. This Easter she’ll harvest faithfulness for her children and Church. Bending low to kiss her cheek, lilac scents float, lingering as she looks in the mirror to arrange her hat. On the […]

March 17th, 2015


It was 75 degrees yesterday and still there are a few piles of black snow. It has me wishing for spring. A Priest’s Prayer When the sun summons spring, and the damnable winter wilts, I’m a dallier in the oneiric odor of dank, dark, dirt, where worms waggle across warming soil with the dance of […]