Two days before Christmas in 1943, the Liebmann Building in El Reno, Oklahoma, burned to the ground, including my grandfather’s Woolworth store. He relocated his family to Cushing, a few counties to the east, and took over the store there. Mom was 20 years old and was attending a small college in Missouri. Home in…
Month: March 2021
This Is The Week
The change is real tonight, the buds are swelling above, the green is coming alive below, the air is damp in the way only spring air can be damp. It’s really not official yet, but winter, you are down for the count. One image that always comes to me when I think of spring involves…
The Things We Cherish
I close my eyes and let the warm late winter rain glisten my skin as I carry on shirtless where just two weeks ago I was here in five layers with my hood cinched up tight around my warmest winter hat – the one I tossed, metaphorically, into the river last night It was a…
The Moon In My Window
As the snow moon wanes, it fills my window through the night, fills my dreams with skin aglow in transplanted light, and shadows with the fragrance of soft fruits, prairie rain, salt air Spring sits on the other side of the wedding veil of night, waiting to take my hand and rise from the earth….
March It Is
The great contradiction with the Gregorian calendar is that February is both the longest and the shortest month. There is no other delight that compares to it’s passing. Baby March, lamb that she is, we welcome her The longer we wait, the clearer the vision becomes. Sometimes, through a crack in the sky, I see…