An excerpt from Fleeting Moments of Fierce Clarity: Journal of a New England Poet Sparks from the fire were cast into the sky— for a moment able to live as red stars of the Milky Way. The balance tips and we pass into the darkness....
A Selection from Seasons of Contemplation: A Book of Midnight Meditations The cure for what ails is not to be found in a capsule. Our renewal must instead come from within. Synthetics are administered to the body yet they cannot reinforce the heart or re-weave...
A Selection from Seasons of Contemplation: A Book of Midnight Meditations There are days when life is complex and I require some answer to the how’s and whys that surround the mysterious forces at work in my life. And still there are days when life is simple,...
