Prayers for the Children

Generally, I don’t. Pray, that is. For years, week after week, I offered prayers in sweat lodges—prayers of gratitude and prayers for the healing of others. Even then, it was more of an energy offering than a petition; an intention sent out into the world, rather than...

Perhaps I Will Dance

Recently, I received a friend request from a man I haven’t seen since 1978. Funny thing, time, how it compresses as easily as a Rolodex. It is 1976 and I am arrogant, full of wonder and worry as I stand on M’s terrace overlooking the hills of Rome. I am twenty-one...

Crazy Little Thing

  Often, we write short pieces that, although they have a certain resonance, don’t fit into any obvious category for submission. This is one of them. Written from a workshop prompt to include the lyrics or title of a song, I wrote, “Crazy Little...