Jesus…(shows) us the revolutionary path to a world without bloodshed

Suddenly, warmth /
fills me. / Who or what / Is with me?/
In me?

recently, during MFW, I had an epiphany

The voice of the last cricket…/is one kind of good-bye

I uncovered the face of an angel surrounded by a halo with the words St. Michael written within.

What in the past got attributed to an individual was almost always a collective effort

Pale green milkweed pods/ seeds waiting to fly

In this monstrous city the 57th Street Meeting is tiny