Ann’s Fountain: Poem written at Laity Lodge, 2011

Ann’s Fountain: Poem written at Laity Lodge, 2011

Artist’s Retreat, 2011. Ian Cron asked us to go experience water and come back in about twenty minutes. This happened. It’s taken me six years to share it. ANN’S FOUNTAIN Go to water, he says. Listen to the water. Look at the water. I go to the fountain by...
What I Know

What I Know

There is a sense in which everything important that I know, I know because of Lew and Judson: Because of my sons I know pain and joy I know the fellowship of suffering and the comradeship of advocacy I know to appreciate typical childhood development I know that...
Poem: Laity Lodge Artist Retreat 2011

Poem: Laity Lodge Artist Retreat 2011

MUSIC, ART and ARCHITECTURE… the Frio River I close my eyes and listen: From my right nearby lapping on a metal canoe From my left a different rhythm on a plastic hull Beneath a third beat as the waves hit the pilings of the deck Distant dripping, flowing, rushing, A...
The Worst Loss

The Worst Loss

THE WORST LOSS – the death of a child They tell me I have experienced The Worst Loss. Why do I recoil? No one wants to be The Worst: The worst parent, The worst teacher, Even the worst loser. That’s part of it. I don’t want to be The one at the bottom. No one does....