sun coaxes freckles
waves tango onto shy shore
ocean days with you.
idyllic haiku
never mind my traitor knee
never mind the virus.
never mind our masks
never mind the hanging sword –
walking is presence.
sun coaxes freckles
waves tango onto shy shore
ocean days with you.
idyllic haiku
never mind my traitor knee
never mind the virus.
never mind our masks
never mind the hanging sword –
walking is presence.
Hello from Palo Alto,
I read your monograph in the NCR Online about your distress with the University of Dallas. So I looked up a mailing address in Tehachapi, which led me to another in Oregon, but the letter bounced.
I’m an old man now at 90, I’ve been a strident critic of the hierarchy for decades because of their hurtful disdain for the homosexual and trans community..
Since my wife of 60 years died in 2016, I have been awarding my “Noble Prizes” which are Ten AttaLadys to people whose lives charm me. You qualified for one, and if you answer with your email, I’ll send it.
You can google my name to be sure I’m not a kook.
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Just gone onto your website after reading your piece in the Jesuit American Magazine. That is a remarkable, heartbreaking and uplifting example of journalism.
I live in Scotland but can see so many parallels of your experiences with ours over here. Please don’t give up on your work; you are not on the outside but very much with us all in the heart of Christ.
Love your haiku by the way!
Every best wish
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