GREETINGS, MINIONS ( Read more... )

This author writes prose and sermons more than poetry, but I can't not. His prose shirks the border of poetry, anyway. He tiptoes close to it, so close that you close your eyes and let it sink in; I tilt my face up to meet it.

ADVENT ( Read more... )

Back from Europe. Four countries (Romania, Hungary, Slovak Republic and the Czech Republic) in fourteen days, a few days here and a few days there. Spoke a few languages (poorly), fumbled with a few currencies. We sang on bus rides, sang in churches, sang in airports, sang in fields of long, green grass. We marched through Székely gates, we ( Read more... )