It’s a beautiful fall day, with the wind shaking leaves out of the trees and carrying them where they will. So I’m in the mood to post an old poem of mine on the same theme, along with a few of my morning pics. Enjoy! Temperance: To the Artist (Psalm 147) The scent of rain
Yesterday, all plans I had were completely scuppered within ten minutes of getting up, as what appeared to be ordinary vertigo revealed itself as a full-on norovirus of some kind. I spent the entire day sleeping off nausea and a mild fever. I’m still not 100% today, but I did manage to get out and
For today’s Advent window, I went seeking for a poem I hadn’t read before. It’s easy enough to come up with poems that are my favorites — no doubt I’ll post some of them before this is done — but I also want to get outside my regular round. So I went looking for a
Sometimes that happens. I can’t avoid every headline, damn it. What is Sin? I can point you to what catechism you chooseOr I can tell you this. The unnamed manWho vandalized and killed the Holy ThornDistilled an act of speech with just one aim:To hurt its lovers’ hearts. In actual factThe worst things ever said
One of these days, I keep thinking, I’m going to write one of my snarky posts for this blog; I mean, it’s not like I don’t have anything to be salty about. But today is not that day. The approach of Christmas is always one of those prismatic times, where we touch the meridians of