Because I lay on my back as a boy in the grass of the small yard behind our house watching clouds move and become faces, mostly,
with Richard Hoffman
Of all the saints, my Anthony,
I love you best. For you did
what I long to do: you walked away
from a life of comfort and ease,
David Denny teaches English at De Anza College in Cupertino, California.
Politicians were scrambl'n, it wasn't very pretty.
Health care and climate were up in the air,
This is the Month, and this the happy morn
Wherein the Son of Heav’ns eternal King,
Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born,
The ram’s horn bellowed.
Fused with snapped spears and hatchet heads
nicked shields covered the field,