There is not a cloud in the sky on this fall morning in Durham. Here’s where the sky took me. sky blue oh, they tell me of a home far beyond the skies . . .oh, they tell me of an unclouded day on this unclouded day the skyis the color of heartachesame as...
Read more →the rain stoppedjust before I woke upand opened the back doorto find fresh-washed sunshinedustless leavesand a brand new daysplashing barefootin the puddles now I am out in the darkso the dogs can makeone last circleof a yard they knowby heartso we can go to sleepwhile a brand new nightsoaks itselfinto the soil Peace,Milton
Read more →On an afternoon he will not rememberI watched a little boy follow his feet along the brick walkway, caught in the cracks —in the mystery of the moss and thepull of the pattern on his eyes not yet three feet off the ground. The sunlooked over his shoulder like a friendas he stooped to...
Read more →for fireflies, while we sit in the darkafter another evening of almosts hasfallen all around us, all around us for a walk, since the storm that was almosta hurricane has done little more thanthreaten to bring rain, to bring rain to write a poem, you said as we walkedknowing it would do me good...
Read more →I had thirty minutes to kill so I wandered through the mystery novels and how to booksuntil I found myself among the remainders books on their last legs making one finalappeal to be something other than compostwords someone meant once upon a time in between two volumes I cannot recallI found last year’s Chinese...
Read more →Today is a day much like any other day. In the story of Jesus’ death and resurrection, this is the day in the middle. Most stories have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Our Easter story goes the opposite direction, in a way, starting with the ending and then moving to beginning again....
Read more →Ginger, Rachel, and I got up early to catch a flight from Love Field in Dallas back to Durham. The flight was fine, though the route required of us to stop in Austin and Nashville on the way. And all we did was stop. We never got off the plane. By the time we...
Read more →the prank pressed deepest in my memory is my frantic fatherwrecking our breakfastwith warnings of anelephant stampede (it helped that we livedin Africa at the time) I could picture the pachyderms poundingtheir way to Lusakaand was beginningto feel the tremblein the floor when he smiled with his eyes followed by a full-fledgedlaugh that let...
Read more →On my first day of Spring Break, I worked in the garden pruning trees and pulling up weeds and then went with Ginger to a relatively new coffee shop, Straw Valley Café, to sip and read for awhile. We walked into a little coffee shop and found it opened up on a meandering puzzle...
Read more →yeah, I’m talking to meyou, too – and anyonewho never had to worryabout being followed stopped or accusedbecause of our skinwho never thoughttwice about a hoodiemaking us a threatlisten right nowwe need to listendon’t speak of what the boy might have done wrongdon’t explainmake excuses oroffer solutionsjust listenfor a long timewe have muchyet to...
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