falling over for the laugh

he smiles so big he falls over, my son.i used to fall over from a belly laugh. these days it’s all washing and folding and typing and cooking and using time wisely and falling over would be a waste of time, wouldn’t it?but he assures me laughing would be...

the center of nowhere

i live in a hamlet where two churches stand back to back and the congregations never face each otherthere is one intersection, the reformed school on a corner, with its library and playground and dutch childrenthe co-op another where most of the women are divorced but...

making home a sanctuary

trent is pulling aiden on his horse and the kettle whistles long lost train and the steam finds chai and i`m resting in the church that is my homethere is holy in the corners where the lamplight leaves its yellowthere is broken in the runny noses and stained carpet...