Pursuits, People, and Poetry

Spring break screams three things to me: find a beach, declutter, and grow something.  Tomorrow, I fly to Puerto Rico with my brother.  Tonight, I write to declutter and grow on my back patio in South Carolina. Forty and single.  Restless and… ready?

For Zachary

Men in black slacks and ties next to womenIn high heels and purses to matchJust so suddenly absurd Holy man up front drones on about God’s faithfulness andwe, the left behind, simply sing for lack of conviction.And when the song is done, we drown ourselves inscriptures of promise, and a metal face on the wrist … Continue reading For Zachary