Winter Pause
The icicles drip from the eaves. Snow’s gone soggy. Look! A cardinal!
The Cherry Tree Carol
When Joseph was an old man, An old man was he, He married Virgin Mary, The Queen of Galilee. He married Virgin Mary. The Queen of Galilee. Joseph and Mary Walked through an orchard green. There were cherries and berries As thick as might be seen, There were cherries and berries As thick as might
The Cherry Tree Carol
The Cherry Tree Carol When Joseph was an old man, An old man was he, He married Virgin Mary, The Queen of Galilee. He married Virgin Mary. The Queen of Galilee. Joseph and Mary Walked through an orchard green. There were cherries and berries As thick as might be seen, There were cherries and berries
A Visit From La Bufana
A Visit From La Bufana On the 13th of December, 2021, the New York Times reported that a certain Monsignor Stagliano of the Diocese of Noto in Sicily had recently told a group of children that Santa Claus did not exist. La Bufana was furious. Some heartless priest had denied the existence of Santa Claus!
Comparable Monstrosity
Comparative Monstrosity Baba Yaga’s a hideous witch. Baked baby’s her favorite dish. One of her legs is bare bone. She lives in a fey mobile home: A hut that on chicken legs walks As the children of Russia she stalks. Even worse, she can take to the sky In a pestle that’s able to fly.
Comparative Monstrosity
Comparative Monstrosity Baba Yaga’s a hideous witch. Baked baby’s her favorite dish. One of her legs is bare bone. She lives in a fey mobile home: A hut that on chicken legs walks As the children of Russia she stalks. Even worse, she can take to the sky In a pestle that’s able to fly.
The Other Shepherd
Avram was terrified when the light and the noise burst out of the night sky. He was eight years old, and his uncle Samael had taken him along for the first time to tend the sheep for a full night’s watch in the hills above Bethlehem. Avram had been helping to look after the family’s
Tunnel Vision
-with a nod to Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see A man as muddled up as me. Too many must-dos drive me nuts. I need to cut out ifs and buts And clear my mind so I can see The forest rather than the trees.
The Writer’s Materials
“A writer is not different from a reader, in that the common ragbag of orthodoxies and assumptions is what the poet has to work with as well.” – Seamus Heaney
In the Moment
Live each day as if it’s your last. If it isn’t, what a nice surprise!