The sun shines best through the cracks, through the tracks of the paths less taken. Shaken, we stir the breeze; ask the trees for ribbons of things we do not know. Throw us the glimmer of a day spent raising limbs, climbing something greater than…

My Dog, Alfred Fashioning himself as a gangsta, Alfred Hitchcock wears his gray hoodie whenever I take him for a walk through our local grave yard. He enjoys peeing on tombstones. An intimidating terrior with penetrating eyes and monolithic Easter-Island ears, he refrains from barking,…

Step out of the shadows. They’re not the night that hides you, and they’re not the light, that makes you shine. In the shadows you are not a rebel and not unseen, but perhaps unnoticed. Step through the gates, I know they appear narrow and…

It’s ninety degrees! You put clothes on a dog!? What kind of monster are you? He’s not gonna freeze! It’s not cute for your blog! And they don’t even match his shoes!

cathedral walls giving way to the sunlight… framing a warm June afternoon after a strong rain with thunderstorm… no more dust left not even the fluff from dandelions next to the crumbling walls… from last year no more raindrops lying down before my footsteps

A revival of the senses The warmth of the sun’s rays penetrating winter pale skin surrounded by a concrete fortress of my fears broken down by the triumphs and failures of risks a opening to a spring meadow stirring up a childlike gittiness to run…

I am climbing the Irish skill tree on Duolingo. I’m still on the basics. Na cailiní, na fir, óleann uisce, tá úll agat, that kind of thing. I’ve been told I have Irish blood in me, somewhere. I like to think it’s concentrated in my shins, the…

  a passage into new passages looking intensely for new understanding connecting to another frontier   a passage of spirit in its renewal to life’s stories connecting to another frontier   a passage of soul recharging like a battery connecting to another frontier   passing…

With rolling gait to last throughout the day On cobblestones trod many times before The copper’s beat, that old familiar way On night patrol, in company with Law The titles to my name are so much sham For making idiots react with awe My mirror…

I love the big man. He’s loving and kind. And when I say, “hold you,” I know that he’s mine. We like to blow bubbles And go out for walks. I’ll point out the airplanes Or pull off my socks. You’ll find us both covered,…