The Pure House

I must caulk around the lintels patch the roof paint the walls shim the doors fix the leaky faucet confront the pack rats.   I hold my breath the geyser of impatience ready to spew. I must get it done so I can have peace. The Beloved draws me up into His arms,...

Run! Run to the Inner Window!

Please enjoy this poem by JoHanna Hartwig. Window Oh sweet one, why do you wander aimlessly in the darkness through the rooms of your mind?   Do you not see the glimpses of Light from the Sun’s porch?   Why continue to shuffle from side to side in a ballroom...

Live Your Dream

I walk room-to-room with a willowy woman who loves her cats. As we look over the garage, she talks of them, the ones from her past, who have died, and the two in her present life, who remind her of the past ones. She ticks off their names, so many cats that I grow...