These sudden ends of time must give us pause.   We fray into the future, rarely wroughtSave in the tapestries of afterthought.More time, more time. Barrages of applause   Come muffled from a buried radio.The New-year bel...

We were alone one night on a long road in Montana. This was in winter, a big night, far to the stars. William Stafford In the Winter of 1998, I drove across North Dakota and Idaho to live in Bellingham, Washington—a 2,300-mile journey across Win...

He did not wait till the world was ready,till men and nations were at peace.He came when the Heavens were unsteady,and prisoners cried out for release. He did not wait for the perfect time.He came when the need was deep and great.He dined with sin...

for Darlene Wind and James Welch I could say grace was a woman with time on her hands, or a white buffalo escaped from memory. But in that dingy light it was a promise of balance. We once again understood the talk of animals, and spring was lean a...