A Father Learning to Love

When my father passed a month ago, writing poetry became an avenue through which I processed my thoughts and feelings. I don't claim to ...

 Well, I'm not a poet. But I felt like writing this: Echoes In the early morning light I look for you When I'm alone, I strain my ...

 Well, I'm not a poet, but I felt like writing this: A Good Life? Saturday morning, sitting in that pew I watch - one by one they stand ...

Well, I'm not a poet. But I felt like writing this. Overcome  I look at the world and I'm overcome by the cruelty The people justify...

Note: This post is meant to be read after reading  part 1 of this series , where I lay some groundwork and introduce some important concept...

Note: This post is meant to be read after reading  part 1 of this series , where I lay some groundwork and introduce some important concept...

Note: This post is meant to be read after reading  part 1 of this series , where I lay some groundwork and introduce some important concept...