Being Bethlehem
byI. O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by. Yet…
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The Pink Strawberry
byI prepare myself to begin painting. I slowly, carefully lay out my brushes and my paper, and fill my painting tub with water. The…
Cars through the Window
byTaos, New Mexico (2015) Northern New Mexico is a bit of a spiritual portal for me. I don’t know if it’s the light or…
To burn oneself
bywith static electricity is a surprise: a razor slipped beneath the middle fingernail, a snip of candle flame to slice the skin. The sound says yes,…