Broken Hallelujah

If you’ve been following along here or on social media, you’ve likely noticed that poems have been the theme as of late, especially April.  Here in Minnesota, it was a cold spring, and I was at what would be the close of a very long struggle with persistent illness – not the sort of illness … Continue reading Broken Hallelujah

Three Broken Hallelujahs

The first came when you realized life had to be lived from attention, not distraction because that meant slowing down enough to notice the way the soil smells after the rain. The second came when you noticed the delicate beauty of a fern uncurling the first spring after the wildfire burned your beloved forest to the ground. The third came when you witnessed that convict in orange – the … Continue reading Three Broken Hallelujahs