What Is a Good Life?

For months the words have toiled and churned inside me. The black letters absent from the page. A heavy, nagging problem. A writer’s liability. Rather than anguishing over this loss I have lived. Then with an intimate slow unfurling I deliberate on these first scarce stanzas. I feel their drumming. Echoes in the chambers of…

“Happy” New Year

As anyone who reads this blog knows, I question everything, I resist, I am a seeker. My soul howls and it cries. My heart is frequently conflicted, questioning, keening, searching, longing than finding and being at peace. This causes me to doubt.  This brings great fear. This causes me to wonder if I’m any further along…