One Year Ago: I stood on San Francisco's Ocean Beach, hours early to a wedding of a friend. I was alone and staring out into the expanse of the sea. It was between storms, the clouds rolled as if being poured into the sky. This was the first time I'd seen two different oceans within …
Into The Difficult or A Man’s Silence
Mid Morning, every workday for more than a month, I've ventured a few blocks over to St Mary's Cathedral to pray. Initially, I began going there in the name of my friend, poet Joanna Spencer. I began going because her son told me she was desperately ill-- having a broken hip and staying in a nursing home …
The Dirty Rat 