when is the time for love to be born? (and some printable christmas art)

this is no time for a child to be bornwith the earth betrayed by war and hateand a comet slashing the sky to warnthat time runs out and the sun burns latethat was no time for a child to be born,in a land in the crushing grip of Rome;honor and truth were trampled by...

imperfect prose on thursdays: beer and hymns

it’s a collapse of child and mother, the after-supper kind of collapse. we haven’t seen each other all weekend because i’ve been away and we have joey and jin here too. and sometimes this having other people in our home feels a bit like the curtains...

how art redeems: my workshop at Wild Goose West (and announcing the imminent return of Imperfect Prose on Thursdays!)

following are some photos, and a snippet of my talk, which i gave this sunday at the Wild Goose Festival… taking some time now, to recuperate and reconnect with my boys, but we will be starting Imperfect Prose again, this Wednesday… hope you can join us!It...