Some years ago I took a picture of this house, all locked up and not lived in. Something about such houses make me sad. A A house that must have been built with so much thought and planning. Perhaps, the original owner took years to gather enough money to build…
There’s been too much in the news recently for me not to write this piece. Pawns is not a poem (I can’t write poetry). It’s just something that flowed out of the anguish I feel. Pawns Pawns Is that what we’ve been reduced to? Not fit to be born –…
The other day José and I had an interesting discussion about prayer. He was wondering why people go around asking for prayers while others keep offering to pray for someone else. He found this meaningless. Since I do both (only with some people) I started to think about it. Why pray at…