Written by Himself I was born in minutes in a roadside kitchen a skillet whispering my name. I was born to rainwater and lye; I was bo...

To the New Year With what stillness at last you appear in the valley your first sunlight reaching down to touch the tips of a few hig...

Happy Christmas.

[little tree] little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest...

Meet Jayber.

Five Moose Night Wonderful, really, the way the full moon casts an enormous shadow of a seemingly tiny but in truth enormous moose acros...

Porch Pew in Summer ------- for Brian and Wilbur Frink Never a prayer for some place more than this, wild turkeys in the field where ol...