Monthly Archives: February 2013

Tumalo whiteout then down through the snowy trees— we ski the weather.

Nuns get my poems and send back their blessing. If I claimed to know why I’d only be guessing. One possible clue is a theme of confession. If you’re red as a beet, do they make a concession? I wish … Continue reading →

Some birds stood around under the Silverado during the blizzard. Their tiny ciphers, so unwittingly impressed, evoke quiet time.

My guitar’s feeling picked on, my piano hammered. In spite of the fracas God is enamored.