Monthly Archives: April 2014

Infinite God of immensity. Intimate God of intensity. Seeing-I God of propensity.

On this day in eighteen-two William Wordsworth took his cue. Walking nigh to Ullswater Lake Sister Dot said, “Need a break.” Daffodils in rank profusion set afire his elocution. Five years hence he got it right— the crowd, the host … Continue reading →

I dreamt the cops came looking for the dogs. My wife was nowhere to be found. I looked high and low. They were getting impatient. “Can I catch you later?” I wish I’d thought to say.