"Opus operatum" translates as "the work wrought." I like that word: wrought.  I haven't generally feel like my poetr...

K òng  (Nothingness) I don't know if I've ever been so relieved to hear the sound of a toilet tank refill. They turned off th...

[Indianapolis:] Part of me wanted to miss the bus, or for something to go wrong in Louisville just so I could have one more minute w...

Part of outreach means we end up seeing some the same people over and over. Sometimes we don't see certain folks for a span of time ...

[This is Part 2 of a series that I'll add to intermittently. It may come in waves of two or three posts in a row, or it may be weeks o...

On leave in Florida.  I am 45 years old and I'm still coming to terms with the impact my father's death had on my life. Ju...

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. ~ Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms Check out more of Beth...

I haven't felt like blogging lately, at least in the vein that I normally do in this space. That's not to say I haven't be...

All things are made bitter, words even / are made to taste like paper, wars gets tossed up / like soldiers used to be/ (in a child's a...

  I am an exile's book. He sent me. ~Ovid Exile is more than a geographical concept. You can be an exile in your homeland, in your ow...