For some reason I’m finding myself reading the Psalms more and more this past year. They both energize and refresh my soul. A shepherd boy named David wrote 150 of them (or at least that’s how many he ...

I covered you and cover you I covet you and uncover you My dream intent to discover you seems clear as a snowflake dresses you and undresses you an orange hand on your breast unless it’s you a purple ...

In his epigraph, poet Merrill Leffler raises William Carlos Williams’s bold claim that men die miserably for lack of what is in poetry. It’s a claim that many practical folks would dismiss on the face ...