To serve the people, one must write for the ideal reader. Only for the ideal reader. And who or what is that ideal reader? God. One must imagine, One must deeply imagine

The wind, the birds, do not sound poorer but clearer, recalling our agony, and the way we danced.

I am not joking. I'm speaking of spirit. Not dogma but spirit. The Way.

Perhaps he will not return. But what we have lived comes back to us. We see more. We feel, as our rings increase, something that lifts our branches, that stret…

Praying is another way of singing. You plant in the tree the soul of lemons. You plant in the gardens the spirit of roses.

I need more than a bedtime story, I need more than a youth group God.I am looking for a savior. A guide. An existential answer to my questions about purpose an…

The question we writers are asked most often, the favorite question, is: Why do you write? I write because I have an innate need to write. I write because I ca…