Meditation #1. The Holy Spring

Sheep wander around me, slow round puffs with faces. An Irish mountainside slopes up to gnarled crags. The sea moves Continue reading →

For the Mothers Who Never Bore Children

She shines for the world—full woman, full strength—whether or not egg and sperm ever joined in her womb. In scrubs, Continue reading →

The Comforter

  [Painting: The Best Of Dreams, by Liliya Garipova]   It happened while I was jogging on a wooded path Continue reading →

Singing Hope

[Part II of “Inner Rooms”] If I were singing the poem of my husband’s life, I’d sing of his laughing Continue reading →

Mama’s Secret Smile

April 23, 2010 Two weeks ago I watched my mother die. She was 87. Old people die, but this terminal Continue reading →

Sweet Islam

   She sits in prayer, eyes closed, holding the limp infant. Although she is wealthy, her baby is starving to Continue reading →

Mohammed the Scot

[Published in The Timberjay, January 1, 2016] “They deny me my birthright!” The taxi driver’s eyes flash. He’s upset, and Continue reading →

The Sounds I Cannot Hear

What if I mattered? What if sin, time and death don’t exist? What do the dying see that we do Continue reading →