Dantelle in Spring, 2015 By Jeffrey Allen Mays Dantelle walks, almost hovers, beside a whitecapped river that chuckles and flashes in the morning light. She blesses the cantos of the doves and whippoorwills, the regular bursts of knocking from a distant woodpecker,...
The Mystic spoke many things to them in parables, saying, “A Sower went out to sow. And as he sowed, some seed fell upon soil depleted due to overharvesting, and the seed never germinated because it could get no nutrients. Some seed fell where the soil was sown with...
My mother passed away a week ago. I normally avoid the phrase ‘passed away’ because I don’t see anything wrong with saying ‘she died,’ but I know that some people are more sensitive than I am. Since that morning last Monday, I have had...
