The Soul Felt its Worth I wrote this poem last year but it felt right to share it again. The world continues on its path of ‘sin and error pining’ as well as sometimes feeling just one nudge away from―well, I’m not exactly sure what. It changes with the progression of days and the cumulative…
Poet in the Kitchen
I wrote this line today… I knew when I wrote it that more would follow. In its way, soup is poetry in a bowl…any recipe, really, is not unlike a poem. One of the decisions in a poem is about line breaks…knowing where the units of thought, sound, image, begin and end. Recipes too have…
Homily 2nd Sunday of Advent, 2022
2nd Sunday of Advent Is. 11:1-10Rom 15:4-9Mt 3:1-12 AUGH…the readings…the poetry…the lush imagery and language… Can you hear my heart both race and sigh?? In a way it reminds me of a multi-media art event I went to a week or two ago—there was art, spoken word, and cello/piano/organ music…all happening at once— So many…
Of Many Things…
4:33 PM 11 November, 2022… Just back from a walk in the Public Gardens…a walk in the embrace of the Holy…where dragonflies landed on the pages of the book a woman next to me was reading–they looked at each other for a long moment before she laughed aloud with delight.… A walk where burnt red-orange…
Gravitas and Hope
Gravitas and Hope It is a weighty thing,humanity.And yet and still,we are light enough,we are enough light,to see the branch of another pathwayand tell the storyof also knowing how to fly.
Breakfast in the Tidal Cool
Breakfast In the Tidal Cool The sea, she wore her autumn greysof light and depth and shading;I bowed an inquiry-she acquiesced; I was welcome by her side. A brine-washed rock, my mossy perch to join at table—the gull and loon,both dipping down to break the fast of night. Kimberly M. King
Consider the Lilies 