First, you have to get sick of being a caterpillar. Weary of never-ending consumption, outgrowing your clothes, eyes trained on . . .

When a storm overtakes you / the kind that satellites see / as a massive, swirling spiral / its curved arms knocking down . . .

I came to the forest pondering the source of insight and generosity how to be loving and life-giving in a season of culminations and...

Born on the fourth day of God's great goodness Your Creator crowned you to govern the night You haunt my earliest memories waking me in...

It's still dark when I open the back door to let in the cat, but something calls me to step out into the cool stillness. At the edge of...

I AM the radiant sunburst, the painted skyscape behind the power lines and strip malls I AM the roiling storm clouds of deep blue gray...

When I was a girl I found a stray kitten Feral and frightened it ran and hid and would not come to my kitty-kitty calls But my love was...